the idyll of abuhayatcaddesi and the epic. between four walls.

or summat.

thou shalt not kill off the eye candy.

i don't pretend to know how tv shows work, though there was a time when i did.

still, that's pretty basic.

outta sight

i've been taking care to walk extra close to this bescaffoldung building to increase the likelihood of a heavy and pointy and preferably rusty object deciding to lodge itself in my skull. everything else is the same as it ever was.

and what i want to know is
what kind of a month is april
> shoot me.

l'enfer, c'est les autres

waking up to a text in french, i was forced to confront, at the ugly hour of ten in the morning, the weightiest of all questions; was my life, at last, complete?

to which i say
ASK ME AGAIN IN OCTOBER

more circles (but i digress):

did you know the rhine is my favourite river? oh yes.

the right to romanticize things, think of things in terms of. moar.

rattle the windows when they laugh

CALL THE QUOTE POLICE!there's been

enough of that, yes? happier things:

1. mirror writing with the non-dominant hand, the discovery of.

2. reasons to love our kind; part 976 in a series: potter's wheels. (please, please, let me learn to throw properly at some point? no, sixty five's fine.)