The Trees Grin at my Despair. Behind these walls, lies someone who was once happy. Someone who once felt the emotions he should. Loved the people he should. The gate is closed, and the key- forgotten. Walking through the woods, the trees grin at my despair. They laugh as tears fall,. And relish with every nightmare. No longer do we feel such gravity,. We made our heat but lost it faster than it came,.

Quelques notes de lectures et autres distractions . J étais fière de m appeler Esther Vidal et je ne baissais pas la voix pour dire mon nom. Nous n étions pas en danger dans la ville. Mario Varga Llosa - Le héros discret.

Coups de coeurs and humeurs variables. Publié le 22 Mars 2016. Publié le 5 Mars 2016. Love is in the air.

Most carp swimming in the summer, close to the surface. So you fish this season with much Oberflchenkdern. A fitting example is the catchability Fishing with a crust of bread behind a water ball. The crust stays with large litters usually not on the hook, because you are too soft and the consistency is partly dry.

I did a new illustration today, of my fairy character. Available on Society6 as a print. Want to do a coloured version as well, but I love how it looks just in pencil so I wanted to make a version of this available too.