March 2010
TIMSHEL BRINGS CHAOS, BUT IT'S WORTH IT: I’mma... →
I’mma suffocate if I stay here for too much longer- I can’t take it. even the chilly night air reminiscent of a lazy drizzle, wind drifting between oak studded hillsides, and peering at stardust through foggy glasses (inhaled like menthol in frantic, gulping breaths, cooling my throat when everything else is bursting into flames) doesn’t help; everything is pressed too closely together by...
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show your tits pls :)