by Mousen » 07/18/2011 1:16 PM
"Y'know, we should really get to somewhere more civilised so you can have your wounds cleaned by someone who actually knows what they're doing. The snow storm seems to be lightening up, anyway." Zari smiled, brushing dark strands of hair off her face. She was silent for a little while, but after several moments she added. "And if you ever, ever try to kill yourself infront of me again, I swear, I'll murder you." Not that, doing so would help anything, she just felt the need to say so.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.