| Just in case I, by some miracle, come by money to order these. |
dear winterI knew that you were back again as soon as I walked outside this morning and saw a thick coat of frost over the front yard. I'm so happy to see you back again! I don't know why some people are sad when you come back. I like to look outside when you send snow our way, and to cover up in the living room and watch movies when we're snowed in.dear winter
You're so busy this year. You haven't sent any snow our way just yet. What's keeping you, Winter? I miss the snow. I hope you hurry our way. You never stay long when you arrive, Winter. Where do you go? Do you get to spend more time there? I wish you'd stay longer. I look forward to you all yea
welcome to the cirqueWelcome to the cirque. Come closer; I have a story to tell you. Once, very long ago, there was a doomed insane asylum on the very border of France, called Asile d'Ange Gardien Pour l'Insensé. It was home to over one hundred patients, until that day. The ten doctors decided that they needed to move the asylum's location to a more cheery part of the country, for the patient's sake of recovery. However, the doctors made a very poor decision: to leave behind the twenty worst patients, too frightened of them to take them. The doctors figured that the patients would be so mad that they'd eventually starve to death. &nbswelcome to the cirque
lady and mistressIt was just about ten o'clock, around the time when the dreams where supposed to be delivered. A gentle, cold breeze slipped through the window that wasn't opened when Jack had gone to sleep. There was a hint of gold in the breeze, and slowly, the breeze swirled into the ghostly shape of a woman with short blonde hair. The Lady of Dreams had visited Malloy's Home for Boys several times, but she'd never been given a dream meant for Jack Stoner. In fact, she'd never delivered such a strange dream.lady and mistress
It was about a girl she'd visited quite often, named Celtse, on her first day of school. It was her entire first day, up unt
i believeI believe. I've always believed. I believe in freedom. Like running through a grassy field barefoot and lying there, watching the clouds till the clouds turn to stars. I believe in magic. Like when you're walking around in a music store, and you go to the cashier and ask him what song is playing because you think it's cool. I believe in love. Like drawing little stars and hearts all over your math notes because the guy in front of you makes you feel happy. I believe in beauty. Like working for hours to get that painting just right. I believe in trust. Like telling secretsi believe
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by ~crookedsixpence| Just in case I, by some miracle, come by money to order these. |
| Dani. Didn't draw this myself, of course, 'cause I can't draw worth crap and my handwriting sucks. |
Le Cirque du Foile 
Euphoric
Kisses Elisa
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"I do believe writing is an art. It is for those of us who cannot draw."
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Best wishes: Wandarin <3
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Im that kind of girls whose passion is shopping , Photoshopping
It's awesome, it's just. . .ahhhh. The next chapter I post, I'll most definitely be putting up the links to both as well!
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"I do believe writing is an art. It is for those of us who cannot draw."
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"I do believe writing is an art. It is for those of us who cannot draw."
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