adozenpapercuts It's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. All my books are lying useless now. All my maps will only show me how to lose my way. - Vienna Teng, Nothing Without You
[M U N . I N F O] Name: Kym E-mail: posy[dot]wench[@]gmail[dot]com Timezone: PST, I work weekends/graveyard