Of rainy days, cloudy skies, fiction, Korean music, pretty boys, agoraphobia, thoughts on paper, and the scent of rain on dry earth.
3.04.2012
Chryss is a ghost, lingering about; with nowhere to go and no one to talk to and absolutely nothing to do, feel, or touch. Fading, dwindling away, drowning in her own pool of sadness. A fleeting apparition.
ooh a ghastly picture xDD
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