Fatal!
mood: 
infuriated
infuriatedThe p-party was fuuuuull of light, of jubilance! Offff....of waaarmth and mmmerriment.
Hyuck
There were b-butterflies...in thisss color...but they were from a-another soul. They came in. They sssssaid thank you. I d-danced. The balloons were alive. Unnnnntil they fell asleep. Wilted. Unmade. Oh, OH! Oh.
Pliable, vesssspertina. You are ssssso pliable. Once earlier...once l-later. And again t-tomorrow.
I hhhhad fun, yes, friend? Yesssssssssssssss, Mitch? Yes?
( Private: Panic Over L )
*AN: All privates made on Dorian's, Blythe's, and Sal's sites are classified unhackable unless expressed otherwise.