Bonfire, spells and rebirth. I hope all witches had magical Walpurgisnacht.
- Not defined
- A skeksis thing trying to solve the mystery of being alive. And a bloodthirsty b e a n.
Who made a Chucky fansite? Me. And I love how it goes.
One coffee... two coffee... I must not sleep...
Removed ability to comment on my wordpress sites... the amount of spam was unbelievable.
My cat had a bad dream and bit me in my hand, hard. Claws included. I tended for it, but what the cat was dreaming of?
I am tiredly pillow-fighting with my inspiration...
My cat ate my dinner. Delicious and filling, he said. Do more, he said.
Coffee, Discworld and soft cat on my lap. I love to be alive today.
I feel an art patron.
I just woke up and I am already tired. Bring me soft pillows and soft(er) cat.
It's rainy. Nature soaks in water, world looks like washed with green.
And now... time to draw something scary...
Curse the sun! Curse the warmth... and bless spring [ dual hunter ]
I want to dive in the music I listen to... airy ethereal or gloomy doom metal...
Lycia's music is air, Lycia's music is my solace.
I bathe in dew unwillingly, in pearly tears of a night goddess. Ending with soaked shoes.
If one more spambot comments with some bullsh#t under my personal weblog entry, I am losing it.
Angry at myself for saying stupid things in stupid moments.
Time to read. No compromises.
I am so tired today. Work was heavy, I am diving deep in the soft pillows and my pile of nightmares.