Mr Moorcroft and the Nine Sadnesses

by XxSimsLoverxX

Under the velvet illusion of their broken facade, poor Moorcroft knew one and only one anomaly. It rung under their bed and hung to the shine on their face and slung low. The clicking of a clock signaled the anomaly to rise and dance its way to Moorcroft's front. Cold and opaque. A pocket. A wish. A destiny.

Oh miss Higa, happy birthday. Through the highs through the fucking lows you always manage to string together and be there. E. Honestly, I cannot begin to thank you so much for everything that you have done. You literally are a pillar in my life, a place where I can yell about the world or even do nothing for hours. I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate every single moment I can have with you. :)

Please aways know you are valued, please always know you are loved and please always know you have a dumb 5 foot 6 asian boy on your side where ever life takes you.