Just Own the Night
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting thought the wind Wanting to start again Do you ever feel,
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting thought the wind Wanting to start again Do you ever feel,
The New Year is a painting not yet painted; a path not yet stepped on; a wing not yet taken
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets — Crows — and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming
One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have
KYNNE {left} COAT: Hotdog – Winter cloak ~ Available at We Love Roleplay {Dec 4 to Dec 30} HAIR: Wasabi
We Love Roleplay opens today and the event is full of a plethora of fantasy items for your roleplaying and