| Everyone here is mad. I'm mad. You're mad. It's only by chance n' careful planning if you're not! -Cheshire Cat. |


addicted to love.' you'll always be my little firefly. ' she said this in a quiet whisper, she always did. i became half-convinced that fireflies weren't good enough, butterflies would always win. fireflies were good for light and campfire-smiles, but a butterfly could make a child dance and play and sing with delight. butterflies were a thing of beauty.addicted to love.
(the first time i made you cry was when i called you my butterfly.)
your mother used to share a nursery rhyme with you every night as you lay in bed. it was the only way you could fall asleep. but now that
| Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run. |
| How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few. -Cheshire Cat. |
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