About
In the Garden
desires cross,
so diluted from
being passed through
the tattered wings of a butterfly.
The one without sight,
It can fly no straighter,
than the horizontal
path it carves nightly,
through the hearts it
will never notice,
the ones that truly love.
heart Thanks Zan
heart imagination kills. it is just one
of the burdens of being alive.
one of the moments when all
rules disappear. it is a lot like
never. it is a lot like forever.
surrendering the times when
confessions mean nothing.
~ Me
Item List:
Golden LaurelsHermes' MoonMint Sugarplum TutuBiancamella 4th GenPicolitrosso's Urn
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remeber me??? :3
i havent seen you online in a while but i was just wondering what your intentions were with your giveaway...
we have gone way past the page 150...
waw nice avi
Haha Colbert's better anyway (don't tell Gaia)