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Dearest Despair Dearest Despair,Dearest Despair by ~MadamAmbrosia
I watched you yesterday, lying across those crisp white sheets. It looked almost ridiculous - the sheets I mean, so clean and crisp. I thought it made a mockery of your sadness and confusion. Actually, you seemed to make a mockery of yourself, so immersed in your own self-pity and misery. You just laid there, having surrendered, your eyes unseeing, your mind blinded by their own defeat. I know you feel numb, I know you taste the metallic bitterness of blood, I know you hear only the hum of regretful memories, and I know you smell only the sweet stench of decay. But please, I beg you to look around and see all the others,
Ms. Schleswig Ms. Schleswig’s house was a dark, decrepit emporium, with dusty memorabilia and forgotten memories sandwiched between cold, wallpapered walls. Such oddities and useless, dusty trinkets were watched over – rather hawk-like– by the batty woman herself. The corridors were mostly unlit (for Ms. Schleswig only passed through a few, since her late husband died), and half of the house wasn’t even fit with electricity. It reeked of mothballs and stale potpourri; overall, the air seemed suffocating, as she never opened the windows.Ms. Schleswig by ~MadamAmbrosia
You can only imagine my dismay upon seeing such a residence. I was going to be paid fifty cents a
The Boudoir Melora was a well-breed ladyThe Boudoir by ~MadamAmbrosia
Amiable and docile
Quite a linage she came from
Quite a title she possessed.
Every single dinner party
And every single fine, kind lad
Desired the graceful touch
Of her slender jeweled fingers.
That Tuesday she unlaced herself
And wiped her painted face
Like a goddess she emerged
From her cascading tiers of lace.
And gradually she parades
Across the fancy mirrors.
“So becoming, I am now,”
She thinks.
“No one could surpass me.”
And as she wiles away the twilight
Her reflection finds itself bemused.
And every time she turns her back
Like molten liquid it dissolved
And l
Yearning 
Sta.sh
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you need to get on more often!!
this is what youre gonna look like next week-
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"i hear your voice and everything that was blue turns golden."
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The Bishie Photog is here! >8D Where're my bishies at, biznitches?!
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"Close the door and lock me in, break the key and chase the blood out of my veins"
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
~Edgar Allan Poe
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Put cookies all up in it
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
~Edgar Allan Poe
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“I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.” (Oscar Wilde)
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
~Edgar Allan Poe
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"i hear your voice and everything that was blue turns golden."