by Brainstorm; » Tue Dec 24, 2013 5:30 am
I was sitting there in a corner curled up in the shadows so i was practically invisible,"londyn, londyn, londyn." I kept repeating the same name over and over again. it was the only thing I could think of knowing. i reached down to rub my leg, as it stung badly and when I did so, my hand was tinted red with blood? "WHAT?!" i said apparently rather loud.
"moping around with sadness and sorrow...what will come of it?
even dead people can do that. However, I'll live and stand
on my own two feet. If we are gonna die one day, wouldn't
it be better to do it with no regrets." -Ciel Phantomhive
"To take care of the husband is the wife's job, you know."
-Elizabeth Midford