Jun
26
2011

Reblogged from frostblooded :

a fast and restless blackmail: no kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber

fosteringbridges:

Jane dreams of gardens. Lush and expansive, with no fixed order or coherent path; she walks inside a labyrinth of bushes with red and yellow flowers the size of her open palm and a heavy aroma of gingery spice and honeysuckle sweetness that weights her limbs, with spidery…

((in case anyone wonders what a certain someone has been doing in his spare time.))

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