huh?

vse horoshoe konchajetsia

beautiful things won't last

sleep

to sleep
to dream
while my conscience lays besides me

the monsters are getting to me
whether it be love, lust, pain or hate

what difference does it make in the end?

°grin°

love it

lost fairy

this story started badly

a fairy lost and all alone

she searched for her fairy family

under every flower and stone

i found her sitting weeping

something a fairy should never do

but the story ended happily

when she found a friend in you

her wings began to sparkle

she knew that she was home

you know you have a fairy in your heart

you will never be alone

verses by Norma Anne Peymani

fucked up

the dark, the mobide, the tragic freaks

Is it just the weather and the fascinating death of summer
or
just my fucked up mind playing tricks?

Who knows?



drawing by edward gorey, a brilliant artist but creepily romantic

are you talking to me?

jaune

La terre est bleue comme une orange

Thanks sweety, for the brilliant time ;)