Because we all need something to believe in.

written on the 25th of June

He gave her eighteen roses, promising to love her forever. She never knew his name.

He smelled her before he loved her. But when he is taken prisoner and held against his will, it will take all of her cunning, not to mention her Sugar Cookie Magic, to reunite them again.

My head is excruicating, Its killing me, From the inside out, The mistake was mine, But the apology doesn't work, Nothing ever does, And it makes me go beserk. The tears keep falling,

and two hours later I opened the door to plumes of smoke a Victoria sponge

especially for my mother ~

Take off the darts.