I”m ssssorry I’ve jusssst been bussssy  i really don’t mean to be sssso abssssent ~ 

-crys a bit -

Sorry that i haven’t answered any of my questions as of late been busy on:

http://emptydollhouse.tumblr.com/

It’s my batman oc , if you also rp Batman hit me up~

I’ll get back to you guys when my drawing inspiration for my oc is back up~

Thank you Eridan….

Ssseriously…lay off the booze it’sss bad for you….are you ok?

( it looks weird for hes looking at her and well…being drunk fucks shit up …))

she looks to him and smiles sweetly

Greetingssss Not much what about yourssself

Well i’m back not that many of you care i bet for my chaossss isssss about to sssstart ….ok not really i just have to empty out my assssk box….it’s so full and neglected…

Cry at all the work she has to do

this blog is on hold for right now till i can get some shit sorted out don’t worry you questions will be answered i just have some things to fix and such as well as the holiday season to handle so please hang in there and Happy holidays~!

THE LAST ONE IS FOR MY DAVE~! HAPPY BIRTHDAY~!

This is my second attempt at my Rose cosplay i chopped mybangs for it .

That you think THIS time?

Gone one day gain 5 watcherssssss….what…the….hell >.> THANK YOU ~

I’m currently cleaning a very dirty hive and would like a few quessssstionssssss to come back to …if you could be ssssssso kind to drop sssssssome off for when i’m done that would be very sssssssweet of all of you~!

Thank you ~!

~Cecily

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

~Emily Dickinson