The Importance of Duty
sheepybaa
The Curious and the Shiny
NebulaDreams
forget me, my dear (and my grave will sleep soundly)
jello12451
gone are the condemned, the elegies for the living (1)
love as seen through the flower's eyes
luminvies
such as we are made of, such we be
miravrse
soft as she is—she has almost killed me with love for that boy (15)