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Becaussssssse....

Because have you ever had that feeling where you just have to cut all your hair off? Because it'd feel nice and light and you wanna start fresh?

No?

Uhm. Well. How about, having your nails done? So they're nice and pretty and there's no crap under them?

No, huh?

....New sketchbook?

BAH. Because because is why! Now, the important part! Shee.

If you'd like me to readd you on the new one, when I get around to resettling it, please lemmee know so I don't go fussing about where I'm wanted.

If you'd rather part ways because it's totally awkward now, or we don't have common interests anymore, or you can't remember who I am, or whatever, then guilt free separation! :3 Works for everyone!

And in either case: You've all been wonderful, are wonderful, will be wonderful always~ Knowing you is and has been my pleasure~

And that's the state of the union.♥

AHG! ^%@#*&W#*%#@

AUGH.

I don't know whats worse. That a minute ago I couldn't feel my leg up to my knee?

Or that now I CAN.



Edit: God help me, I want to spend the money on this necklace.

In the dimming twilight, with his mismatched eyes on the single, small patch of sky, Blaine sighed a distracted sigh.

Time was counting down now. There was so little left, for her. And for him. How funny the way the world seemed to condense. Collapsing in on itself like an ancient star.

Above him now, eternity glittered. Small points of light that were distant suns. The dead man hummed to himself quietly. A song he had known since the days he when was a child.

Where do you go, how do you stand. A long-resident stranger, a much stranger land. He sits and he waits. He waits and he plans. An old dog who's bitten his one master's hands.

A kick or a gunshot, a hand for the gall. A figure that buckles, no matter how tall. With patience he waits for the hammer to fall. A dog with no master is no dog at all.