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Category: the Random Confederacy (page 1 of 5)

The Random Confederacy is a collaboration project with the Redhead.

here’s where the story ends

fifty~two. (the end)
{here’s where the story ends ~ the sundays}

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She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

fifty~one. (hands)                                                                                    {stardust~neil gaiman}

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An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

fifty. (self)                                                                                                                      ~good omens

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“I like cinnamon rolls, but I don’t always have time to make a pan. That’s why I wish they would sell cinnamon roll incense. After all I’d rather light a stick and have my roommate wake up with false hopes.”

forty~nine. (drizzle)                                                                                              ~mitch hedberg

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i’m gonna make your mouth a sunny sundae smile

forty~eight. (smile)                                                                                        ~sunny sundae smile
my bloody valentine

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They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast, And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.

forty~seven. (stones)                                                                        ~The Battle of Lovell’s Pond
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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It was all very well to say `Drink me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry.

forty~six. (small)                                                                    ~alice’s adventures in wonderland
lewis carroll

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“You’re heading into the badlands. It’ll be easy to get lost.”

forty~five. (bloody)                                                                             ~Mac to Dresden, Changes
Jim Butcher

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whenever it rains you will think of her

forty~four. (girl)                                                                                                                  ~strange
neil gaiman

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“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

forty~three. (together)                                                                                                    ~anais nin

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