Can't be that busy, since the last post was in 2005. So I'd like a seagull. Filling the paper, nothing hanging out. And then wherever there's a gap, write flying alone in cool writing...
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
