When it's been three o'clock in the afternoon for seven hours straight, the phrase "the long dark teatime of the soul" takes on new and horrifyingly clear meaning.
i missed you too oh god you have new icons. I have so much fic for you but most of it is in scraps and loose pages and two notebooks so typing. Required. When I am not feeling ded. ♥
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(psst spider's been calling you names the entire time you've been away! I swear it's true! I tried to stop her but ...)
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(psst I finally finished the drabblesketches for you and Cully)
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;__________; Lina thank God you're back