And yes, there will be cake, lots of cake.


A Year in Literature ClassWhat a year this has been, Miss Zieba, dancingA Year in Literature Class
with Wilde while Orwell looks on. You have shown me the shores of Neverland, where
dress-form angels fly amongst trees carrying scriptures
and news reels. Graffiti-covered waterfalls hypnotize lost children and
poison them with words of hate and degradation,
sending them screaming to classrooms. The omniscient write sweet serenades on buildings and
graves, where lazy gentlemen eat sandwiches and tea,
disregarding all feeling but love and irony. Oh sweet Cunegonde! You play in fields with Antony
and Cleopatra, unaware
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Where is Lucas, there is ME!!!
Avvie made by =leadervance
I joined her digi familly!
Signatura od: Popizdile djevojke
you're gallery is pretty much amazing
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iliketodance.
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I have loved the stars too fondly to be afraid of the night.
<3
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I have loved the stars too fondly to be afraid of the night.
<3
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Please stop by *severus-hermione
-Bye
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