February 2010
January 2010
Write one leaf about weeds.
burningcalligraphy:
(via writeoneleaf)
“You don’t understand,” she says. Her eyes are like windows, half-open and glassy. “The garden is infested with weeds. They’re everywhere,” she says. She tugs on her hair rapidly, on the loose ribbon-curl that always hangs to the left side of her face. Tugs and tugs, but her eyes are focused somewhere far away, like she doesn’t even realize that...
hmmm. Lost a follower just now. Coincidence? I kind of hope not.
(waves goodbye)
