Upgrade to paid account! A heap of broken images;. My awesomeness is not for the faint of heart. April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering. Earth in forgetful snow, feeding. A little life with dried tubers. And I will find out, morning comes faster alone. Of sickness, and desertion.

April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. And then, I realised, I hate editing layouts for myself, why the fuck would I make them to share? Rather than waste the journal, I made it spiffy with a layout from.