Nocturnal Melancholy

At night when the stars are up, and the Moon is the Queen, I transform into a being bemused and mystified by the ultimate purpose of this life. Sigh. Welcome to Melancholia.
May 07
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Now blow that birthday candle! Happy birthday, hon. I love you so much. :)

Now blow that birthday candle! Happy birthday, hon. I love you so much. :)