in honor of fenchurch being the most awesomest chick alive, i have stolen photos and captions verbatim from her last journal entry in order to create an amusing entry of my own without having to do any actual, like, thinking. I'M JUST THAT COOL.
(I GOT INTO FENCHURCH'S PANTS)
...oh fuck it, just go read her entry. it's better that way.
PS - here are a couple new rings.
NEW TINIEST ANVIL EVAR: in ring form!!
and, this is the FUCK ring which is the finished version of the ring shown in the fenchurch'd photo above.
PEE PEE (heehee) ESS -
the word of the night is: chainsmoke.
(I GOT INTO FENCHURCH'S PANTS)
...oh fuck it, just go read her entry. it's better that way.
PS - here are a couple new rings.
NEW TINIEST ANVIL EVAR: in ring form!!
and, this is the FUCK ring which is the finished version of the ring shown in the fenchurch'd photo above.
PEE PEE (heehee) ESS -
the word of the night is: chainsmoke.
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thy hair most the hours love
a smoothness which sings, saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear, we will go amaying
thy whitest feet crisply are straying
always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing
a strangeness which much says, singing
(though love be a day)
for which girls art thou flowers bringing?
to be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small
death, thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch, else missing
(though love be a day)
(and life be nothing)
(it shall not stop kissing)