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.)