I've changed my bed covers, gotten out my scarfs and jackets and restocked my tea range.
WRITE.
I never write terribly much on my blog.
It's probably because I personally never read anything on peoples blogs unless it's to the point.
But if you actually bother to read this, wicked.
I can't wait for winter, pity I'll be gone for some of it.
SPOONING.
I'm taking a note from his idea and I'm going to write at least one positive feeling a week.
If you want post something that makes you feel happy on my FormSpring and I'll post it with mine.
MY DEAR.
weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rape yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
tremble little lion man,
you'll never settle any of your score
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?