“We could eat the wax! It’s organic!”
a room with bright white bricks!!!
Leicester Square, Westminster c. 1941 (by brizzle born and bred)
ONE night when I had tasted bitterness I went out on to the hill. Dark heather checked my feet. Below marched the suburban lamps. Windows, their curtains drawn, were shut eyes, inwardly watching the lives of dreams. Beyond the sea’s level darkness a lighthouse pulsed. Overhead, obscurity. I…
Check it out, I have a new tumblr! I had this one quite abandoned for a while, and I started a new one. It was going to be kind of a diary, just a place where I could put whatever I wanted with no pressure and stuff. So I worked with a password. But I realized it’s kind of stupid to let yourself hide your emotions. So here it is, my new tumblr! Feel free to follow, ask, or whatever you want to do!
Anna.
thomas saliot. Teary eyed Catherine.
