Category: the Random Confederacy (Page 1 of 5)

The Random Confederacy is a collaboration project with the Redhead.

here’s where the story ends

July 3 / AntiJenX / 1 Comment

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

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.

June 24 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

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

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

June 17 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

fifty. (self) Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ~good omens

â€œI 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.â€

June 13 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

forty~nine. (drizzle)Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ~mitch hedberg

i’m gonna make your mouth a sunny sundae smile

June 3 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

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

They are dead; but they live in each Patriotâ€™s breast, And their names are engraven on honorâ€™s bright crest.

May 27 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

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

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

May 20 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

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

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

May 13 / AntiJenX / 1 Comment

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

whenever it rains you will think of her

May 6 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments

forty~four. (girl)Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ~strange
neil gaiman

â€œEach 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.â€

May 2 / AntiJenX / 2 Comments

forty~three. (together)Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ~anais nin

Category: the Random Confederacy (Page 1 of 5)

here’s where the story ends

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.

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

â€œI 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.â€

i’m gonna make your mouth a sunny sundae smile

They are dead; but they live in each Patriotâ€™s breast, And their names are engraven on honorâ€™s bright crest.

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

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

whenever it rains you will think of her

â€œEach 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.â€

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