A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Thursday, 03 July 2008
Theres a point, somewhere in your head, that lets you know when something you are doing is going to hurt.
Why, for all that is good and right in the world, why the hell do we never, ever, listen to it?
But you know what? I have come to the conclusion, why worry? Sometimes, things are worth a little pain. If you dont try, you will always fail.
Celestia posted @ 18:08 -
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