As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.
Wednesday, August 31
Please please please someone comment on my stories! I want to put them together into a book, and I need comments!
I am an awkward, stubborn, slightly insane woman who would rather talk Plato than Prada, rather watch Frank Capra than Carrie Bradshaw, and rather listen to Norse myths sung in Icelandic than anything currently on the radio. Yeah. Told you I was weird.
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I don't know if you noticed, but I did comment a few days back on your post of the story on the Flinter's blog.
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