And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down, and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honour and flesh is weak. It is ever do easy to go. Harder to find your way back.
_Marya Hornbacker, Wasted.
13 October 2010
You are all amazing!
Just a little 'hey' to my new followers!! Totally just made my night! Gonna go check out all your blogs now.
*waves* :D
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