Julian, Julian, Julian,“ Cristina echoed in a teasing voice "Julian is a painter, Julian is a genius, Julian would know how to fix this, Julian could build that. You know for the past seven weeks I’ve heard so many wonderful things about Julian I’m starting to worry that when I meet him I will fall in love with him instantly.
What do I say to them?“
“My family. My brothers and sisters. My uncle. I remember them, and yet I don’t. I feel as if I have lived here all my life, and yet I have also always been with the Wild Hunt. I hear the roar of it in my ears, the call of the horns, the sound of the wind. It overpowers their voices. How do I explain that?
Mark Blackthorn & Cristina Rosales, Lady Midnight
some son of a bitch is posting on the Lacuna coil page and it is definitely none of us.
All the admins have been kicked out and Facebook is takin foooorever to fix the issue.
Again, it is NOT us and we are definitely not that stupid to post sponsored links.
You all know us well and know that we are better than this.
It is so coward to hide behind a computer, apparently this person is so
desperate to try to hurt others to make its own life better. I
feel sorry for them but if this is their way to get entertained… Eh
maybe they need to have more hormones activity in their lives, if you
know what I mean.
I believe in karma so I am not worried at all… It all comes back, with interests.
This only will give us something more to talk about our new, amazing record. After all it’s called “Delirium”, right?
Websites are talking about what happened, so thank you so much hacker, free promo for us thanks to your face :))))
Again, thanks to anyone who is trying to help. Unfortunately the world will always be full of shitty people.
Cristina never understood why in crime shows they always made it seem like the one light in the interrogation room was so bright, but now she realized that it was because they were exactly like that. She yawned and raised her hands up to rub at her tired eyes. The agent she had spoken to had told her they no longer thought she was a suspect, but they would require her help. She was talked to for an hour and not told anything about the case they were talking about. As the door to the room opened once again, she instantly recognized the chatter as that of the doctor she had coffee with only a few days earlier. “Spencer?”