hi. if you're here... you either clicked the wrong photobucket link or you're marked too.

i used to think the dreams were just dreams. that the bruises were nothing.
until ash stopped posting.
until i saw him too — not behind me. in me.

this page was last updated in my cousin’s basement using DSL. i have like 6 viruses on this laptop already. whatever.

don’t sleep with your window open if the moon’s too bright.
don’t respond to the AIM from “fa3rybruises” — it’s not me anymore.

if your ribs ache and your dreams smell like sugar rot, it’s already too late.

☠ do not listen to the spaces between songs. that’s when she speaks. ☠

there used to be eight of us.
now it's just me. kind of.

...but if you click where the static sings sweet songs to you, you might slip through.

click carefully. some links only open in dreams.