halucynation: So there she still sits, awaiting your judgment, ash on her lap, waiting for your two cents as she’s dived head first in a pool of the edge. Because of a simple warped past, she’s intrigued with the senseless. Saved from the wasted youth she’ll leave you before you finish, kiss a man you wont think worthy of her, and associate with a life that looks beneath her. But what you can’t...
But in reality, I care -- that's why I posted that...
(dotdotdot) I really don’t know anymore if I’m kidding or not. How sad…
Man was made of a little mud and water. Could not a woman be made of dew,...– The Devil in Love, Jacques Cazotte (via disturbingtheuniverse)
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rarivera: unomagazine: michdulce: I swear...