thumbs.pro : When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native

published on: 2012-06-07 01:16:25

Quiero ser el segundo sexo que habita en mí, ese sin género,

A la mañana siguiente, a las seis, entra el criado con la luz.

My Sweet Prince - PlaceboYou are, the one.-

Transmutación enérgica

The sleeper.

Mother Moon [Isis-Astarté-Diana-Hécate-Demeter-Kali-Inanna.-]