ARSKINASUNDOWN@HOTMAIL.CO.UK
ANNA
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I wasn't born of a whistle
Or milked from a thistle at twilight
No, I was all horns and thorns
Sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So enough of this terror we deserve to know light
And grow evermore lighter and lighter
You would have seen me through
But I could not undo that desire
Joanne Newsom
And you wanna know
Wanna know, wanna know
Why I frown?
Well, I'm smiling
I'm just smiling upside-down
The Gothic Archies
ANNA IS


And I'll have my Earl Grey with one sugar please.
I want nice little drawings put through my letter box.
And please leave the night light on.
"if i could say it was in words they would be no need to paint"