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[anhedoniac13]

The smell of irises drifts languidly through my room, dizzying and thick like a fog of honey flavored liquor. These are the moments when I'm viciously exposed. Wanting nothing more than a warm blanket, a cup of coffee tinted with vanilla, and a book to drown in.

Comments

[josienutter]

Holy crap, you're alive!! :D

*SQUEEZE*

[anhedoniac13]

I am! Hope you've been good, darlin!

[josienutter]

I have had THE most fucked up 6 months ever. Ugh. I cannot wait for this year to be OVER. I'll have to give you the lowdown when I see you again. :)

[anhedoniac13]

Do you ever go out anymore?

[josienutter]

I've kind of picked up a Friday-night-Mercury habit. :D

[anhedoniac13]

Ahh, I'm usually there Saturdays. I'll make a point of going next Friday.