| “"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”. |


The Child's HeartThe smoke clung to her skin and eyes. Making it almost impossible to identify the shadows lurking beside her. The charcoal laced gravel and bits of wood crunched and clenched underneath her feet. She breathed in; coughed out.The Child's Heart
Her eyes ran around and around the four corners of the room, filling and emptying themselves. Her hands, it was heartbreaking. When you seem to need to hold onto something, touch something but instead your hands just fall into fists and move uneasily. It's like coming off cocaine, but worse.
As she stood, her pale dress blackened. The tiny white balls hovering simply in the corner of each eye
Look
Suns
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What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
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What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
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"¡Sí, Londres! Pastel de riñones, té de la tarde, mala comida, peor clima y esa Mary Poppins de los cojones"
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