

halloween dirgethe only ghost that I have seen is of the man i used to be. his phantom, shadowed and ethereal, stands accusing me of his burial. premature or post-traumatic, just beyond the real's barrier; this ghastly creature lurks, whispers what he would do in each scenario. But I have no time or use for ghosts: they weep for maybe's and rage for almosts.halloween dirge


CarmineGinger snapped on Tuesday night.Carmine
The smoke from a smoldering
cigarette framed a face long acquainted with regret as bobbed hair and a barbed disposition struck a chord with hands unlined. Sheet music bled through the atmosphere of despair and cancer. as knuckles popped and her show started not with
a bang, but a whimper. Fingerprints lie like sleeping dogs: at rest, at heel, yet angrily-- Cheeks burn flaming scarlet under the heat of lecherous inquiry. Teeth tear, tongues swell and words burn like acid behind


conch shell womansonja, sonja--siren dear: lips like satin whisper in my ear. gone overboard and run aground; no brine to hold me in or down. silk and salt lay on my tongue as touch burns down theconch shell woman
setting sun. moonrise and and my shadow dapple what it will
never hold-- my mermaid is silent, breathless, and forever her own.


Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf’s arms.Elf vs. Orc 8
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there’s the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pr
Snow on Paris

Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 7
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she’d done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he’d disappoint her if he didn’t at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the
I think some people fav too quickly. Thoughts?
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Don't question it...
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"Speak lightly and with feeling-
My ears are an empty glass,
And your words, the richest nectar." - ~Kame
"bare-knuckles bleeding a stylish red
we keep our mouths shut
and scream silence instead." - ~Slaneyder
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Don't question it...
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Don't question it...
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icon by =dark--romance and ~b0ww0w
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Love Is Love No Matter Who You Find It In.
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
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Don't question it...
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"Speak lightly and with feeling-
My ears are an empty glass,
And your words, the richest nectar." - ~Kame
"bare-knuckles bleeding a stylish red
we keep our mouths shut
and scream silence instead." - ~Slaneyder
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Don't question it...
but apparently it was not to be.
sigh sigh.
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"Speak lightly and with feeling-
My ears are an empty glass,
And your words, the richest nectar." - ~Kame
"bare-knuckles bleeding a stylish red
we keep our mouths shut
and scream silence instead." - ~Slaneyder
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Don't question it...
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