the wee pixie:
Sometimes I can't tell if it's the circle of life, the wheel of fortune, or just a bloody great ferris wheel - Story Poople
the wee pixie:
Even the buildings seemed to be conspiring with one another, making plans to crush her.
the wee pixie:
Bloody spring, she thought. All those beautiful flowers make it that much harder to be a misery.
the wee pixie:
Today was one of those days when she felt 61.5% blue. Give or take.
the wee pixie:
Charlotte really wished she had looked up "caveat emptor" in the dictionary before proceeding with her house purchase
the wee pixie:
My heart is a burnt out shell