sweet torture |
sweet torture Nothing can ever compare with the fearsome reallity. I generally call her gaze "piercing eyes"; she is so spell-bindigly sumptuous, she is as fair as any fairy-tale pricess, as summer...
Posted by call me idiot on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 07:41:00 PST |
our failure is certain. |
We are warm on the outside, what people see. Warm eyes, warm face, warm fucking fake smile, but inside we are cold all the time, and full of lies. We are not what we seem to be; we are awful. There is...
Posted by call me idiot on Mon, 28 May 2007 06:31:00 PST |
