published on: 2019-01-16 07:21:28
gamblingwitch: me, having to pretend in front of other people
finita–la–commedia: – Emil M. Cioran, from “Encounters
bebemoon: “She grew into a forest, she could not be found.”
the sorrow of things
Every corner is tripped. I looked everywhere, nothing. Yet, the
bitchfinder-general: