ladydragonbane

andrea to be with you to hold you to be near you by your majestic presance andrea... to be with you always to hold you, comfort you to take away your pain and show you my love andrea... being with you makes me happy to see your beautiful smile on that perfect face i have fallen for a goddess andrea... when i die... can i go to your heaven it must be wonderful to procuce such a goddes of beauty andrea i love you always and forever

The witch Baba Yaga once baked herself bread out of spiders and liars and red razorwire that was garnished with flowers from the vaults of the dead, and sweetened with lye from a child’s funeral pyre. It was light as the crisp, cracking bones on the fields and as sharp to the taste as the ash-scattered shards that were all that remains of the swords and the shields of the warrior king and his bold bodyguards. In a chicken leg hovel at the edge of a wood the witch Baba Yaga licks the dregs from the spoons that she used to stir soup, spiced and thickened with blood that the dying ones spilt from their widowing wounds. But her

You know. I always thought that TV never held any value. That nothing was true and that life revolved in a very…non-tangled way, just a line…just a very very straight line. Oh how wrong I was. The date was May…yeah May, May 10th, 2008. Everything spick and span, fine and dandy, I, me and myself, had just finished watching a program I personally liked called Doctor Who. Now I had my moments when I wished that the Doctor would come and get me, take me away from my boring life and show me the danger, spice up this fifteen year olds dull life. God I wish I hadn’t. So as I was saying, dull May 10, 2008. It was about eleven