Agrippina

notalwaysweak:

hallowspite:

nancaia:

beastlyart:

The rain had washed the guard’s blood off her fingers, she wore a sword across her back, wolves were prowling through the dark like lean grey shadows, and she was unafraid.

:| Sounds like I’m in for a helluva ride.

By turning the negative words in these passages into positive ones, and vice versa, one could begin to establish a basic vocabulary to describe the very different kind of epistemology posited by the whole movement we know as Romantic.

Colourful, but certainly pleasing.

HA, I’d be so lucky.

Now only to figure out what “Colourful” means — I’ll have it off with Homestuck trolls? Apparently their body fluids are the same colour as their blood.

Well, it’s a Stephen King, so we’re off to a brilliant start there.

I pulled in across from the Kennebec Fruit and sat behind the wheel, staring at a paint-peeling relic that had once been a thriving smalltown business. Closed for the day, it looked ready for the wrecking ball.

Why couldn’t I have been on a Jacq Carey rereading kick?

In other news, I just had to help one of my aquarium snails reattach itself to the glass because one of the goldfish was beating it up. I have a wild and varied social life, yo.

Haha.

I hovered by Isabeau’s door for another fifteen minutes until I started feeling like a stalker.

Oh dear. Does not auger well :D 

(Source: loveclaire)