Earlier this year we decided we would risk our sanity by making two things in one night. It has been a .

This one goes both ways. Whether you do or not. You can wake me up if you wanna. And your pale round face. Makes me feel at home in any place i happen to be. At a quarter past three. The moon chased the sun out of the sky.

Oh my gosh just look at this dress. Figured out a building-safe way to study by the fire. How did I not know about the Weird Book Room.

It is funny to be delicate with something that is explosive. So the last thing i want is some abstract internet allegiance to interfere with the state of mind i need to cultivate to prepare for the inevitable decade of writing rejections. My biggest weakness is fear of rejection. so im just going to practice being rejected with grace until ive perfected it. and maybe once or twice, I wont need that skill. and thats all I ask for. 0160;On Poems about Trees. A girl sees a tree.