The website of Piquant Sadnesses Emiliey Goreliy

Dwelling on my Sinister Thoughts calms me.

Horses are a Tempest.

I fell from catching, and the earth tore my gossamer skin; I blossomed with Ruby Jewels.

Even at play, my thoughts veer Dark.

I am descended of Emiliey Uther, Dornish King.

Sylvanian Witches are Canon, I can Prove It

Storm Clouds Gather.

"I find that what I desire most to do is kiss people upon their bottoms."

Garden.

Put a Penny in a Jar,
for Every time I Fart.
Elzabppt_d3_B.C.
#H@CKED

I am practicing my Gothic Style.

A bird pecked me!  Nature is Red.

Cllentherfthur is The Elve word for knickers.
#h@CK3D