Katie’s passionate, ideal nature demanded an epic life: what were many-volumed romances of chivalry and the social conquests of a brilliant girl to her?
Isn’t it funny how we all want to be chosen? I wish I could elaborate more but I’m too sleepy. Here is my Noah’s ark I’m cross stitching!
Obligatory swollen as hell picture! By the super ace rose_whittaker :)
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I want the skin on my hips to be the thin film
stretched over a mummified elephant skull. I
want my chest to be the ridges on the shell of
a one-hundred-year-old tortoise. I want the
vertebrae in my spine to be dice rolled in a
gamble someone lost. I want my braid to be
a strip of turkey meat stuck to the head of
a Thanksgiving wishbone and I want you to snap
me in two. I want to be bones.
