The photo you reblogged from Scott- I think yesterday- of the girl standing in front of the window-did it remind you of Kristen? It reminded me of Kristen
This one? http://leahclifford.tumblr.com/post/18226018942? It’s a bit Kristen-y. To be honest though, I’m just incredibly drawn to that kind of picture. Half faded ghost girls. You should see my 9th grade art. lol It’s all half faded ghost girls on cliffs, half faded ghost girls in front of graves, half faded ghost girls hidden on the stairs of run down mansions. Usually they were turned away. Mostly because I never learned to draw faces. Someday I’d like to write a really terrifying ghost story, but nothing has struck me yet!
Everything tastes of violets today, of memories and the too long shadows that fall when one approaches silence. I’ve been walking backwards, hopscotch, over the cracks in the pavement (which open, welcoming me, it is cooler underground) running out of ink, as always, and waiting for the mail which does not come, like the rain.
It has been two hundred and forty eight days and three hours, february is the kind month, a little less to count. -The Lost Princess