inktopus

i call them her perfections they make her beautiful

The night is young, and so are we

You took 100 pills.

My attempt at meter.

My thoughts for today. I only checked for typos, so it's probably a mess. I had fun though.

When sugar is no longer sweet.

I'll be fine with maggots crawling from my eyes and my skin rotting off my bones.

no one has to know. not all of us bear our hearts as readily as others

A doe and her fawn listen to seven swans.