death comes to pemberley + costumes
I would just like to thank everyone who read my post this morning: it made me feel even a little bit better that there’s a few people out there who know my situation and understand that I am struggling at the moment — as it seems that not many in my life quite understand how far down I am. I’ve been crying quite a lot today, but hopefully that’ll turn around soon!
I never usually do this: I’m a masker. I mask everything. I suppose I just need someone to know. I feel pretty much alone at the moment - so even if one person reads this, then at least one person in this world will know, even if no-one understands.
The crown felt like the densest of metals upon her chestnut locks, leaving her neck to ache with pain from such a weight. It was not just the material of the crown that irked her, but she could feel the weight of the queendom upon her already. With the sound of her younger sister’s voice to her left, Isabel burst out of her reverie and the sounds of mirth and merriment within the room resumed around her. Reaching out, she took Anne’s hand in her own. ‘I can’t help but have a terribly odd feeling, Annie…’
ooooh, you are too sweet. it’s a wonderful feeling to be missed, and i hope that some recent activity will brighten up the dash a little! ^^