April 24, 2011.
Beautiful
"I'm an artist. Some people don't appreciate that."
She has lines of barely healed skin over wrists and thighs and inner arms. They've got a strange, ethereal beauty to them, she thinks. A bit morbid, maybe, but what isn't, in her life?
One tear, filled with a weird beauty.
A/N: 'Weird' meant in its original sense.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.