cluttered!!

he wouldn't have left.

that's the problem.

if neil ran, andrew would understand.

if neil was hiding, andrew would find him eventually.

if neil was dead, at least there would be an answer.

I am on the right blog

i have never reblogged anything to the wrong blog ever

this is the right blog

purple Tuesday

but then I realised that same challenge would be infinitely more funny with folks who have atypical or horror OCs

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.