sally6
i have enough trouble deciding how to use my time. if i had six extra legs i don't know what i'd do. the promise of multitasking excellence is daunting.
i'd like to alter my altar.
it's nice to be held together with the ability to fall apart again. staples are too final.
i want to leave, turn away, escape from it. on the other hand, i want to sink into the sadness, melt into the misery, wallow, and let it overtake me.
he had an immense nose, that sought out immense smells like a bloodhound. he enjoyed it immensely.
frustration bites and leaves you chewing, grinding patience down to bits.
i made a copper candle holder in metalwork at school when i was 13. it was ugly as hell. but i made it.
Slow, tedious work results in fast, exciting travel. Building a railroad. I think I can.
i walked home in the rain tonight. i used my cardigan to shelter my face from the wet. i draped it around my head and let the sleeves fall over my chest. i looked like a nun. sanctified from the rain.
i walked home in the rain tonight. i used my cardigan to shelter my face from the wet. i looked like a nun. less holy.
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