Forward from: M. VIRGIN
INKED, SCRINEVER ／ 1989
🖋….. (L.B & C.L)
God, God
what do i merit,
| latterly all this survivance?
epitaphic, d.x.y. // you clutched anguish like it’s love—like it’s life. and, i know, i’m prepared to be devastated
coming soon, @MidnightVbot
(profileneeds.)