Since my arrival at Eupheme I have been angry, grieving, bitter, depressed, frustrated, sad, in denial and vicious to anyone who tried to get near me ( Read more... )

Last night I played every piece of sad music I own, straight through on my iPod. It took hours, and I wept most of the time. I must have gone through an entire box of tissues. I feel so much better now. Better than I have in months, actually. And I've been thinking. Oh, shut up ( Read more... )

Emily's journey in the Mansion of Many ApartmentsLeaning back against the door she's just slammed, Emily spends long minutes with her eyes closed, willing herself to calmness ( Read more... )

Discovered at an estate sale this morning:


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It will be beyond naff, I'm sure, but I never miss a dance so I shall go. What to wear? My Louise Brooks bob is now grown out by several inches and since I don't fancy finding a salon that does Marcel waves, if indeed any still do, I can't rely on my hair to give me verisimilitude as a flapper. Pity, I do fancy my lovely fringed gown ( Read more... )

It is finished, and I am glad. The tattoo is a thing of beauty, it truly is, and I don't know how anyone could look at this and not think so.
( The feathers and the rose, the new world and the old. )

Sleep deprivation is utterly debilitating. Am absolutely shattered even now. Everything's gone all emotional and blurry. Perhaps this weekend I will be able to sleep properly. Perhaps I am Marie of Rumania ( Read more... )

To: abronte@euphemewebmail.net; vhugo@euphemewebmail.net ( Read more... )

To: vhugo@euphemewebmail.net; abronte@euphemewebmail.net; jaquino@euphemewebmail.net
From: ejbronte@euphemewebmail.net
Subject: Gone to find Charlotte ( Read more... )

Oh my God, Charlotte is gone. No, what am I saying? There is no God here. There is only a miasma of fear and illness. It is Cowan Bridge come forward in time to haunt us ( Read more... )