red.dahlia:
'happy saturday,' says stella.
red.dahlia:
the flowers you gave me are rotting
red.dahlia:
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
red.dahlia:
and i'm just waiting till the shine wears off.
red.dahlia:
flowers and sunshine and bright, happy wishes for you, Mo!
red.dahlia:
"in memory everything seems to happen to music."
red.dahlia:
all the while i was dreaming of revelry.
red.dahlia:
“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”
red.dahlia:
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
red.dahlia:
I dreamt a dream tonight
red.dahlia:
three
red.dahlia:
{interlude 2}
red.dahlia:
winter is coming.