Drinking strawberry juice brings back childhood memories. Both good and bad.

His bones bear the marks of battle. I won.

If I stand here noone will see me.

I feel so much more at home now.

Kamikaze birds?

I'm going to miss the view. The sky. The clouds. And the closet space.

Little boxes, little boxes...

Even small drawers can contain generous love. And chocolate.

I had such a nice couple of hours with the girls, I forgot to take a picture. Fail. Again.

I'm trying to find the sunshine in the dark clouds of stress and idiots. Failing miserably.

The new place. Soon, my precious. Soon.

You have nothing to worry about. This won't hurt one, little, bit. (strong 3/5)

Breakfast of champions. And birthday girls.

All he wanted was a friend. (The Legend of the Scarecrow by Marco Besas)

This heat will kill me. And it's only the beginning of June yet. Next stop: the morgue.

Death becomes her.