I am creating sick burning poetry as my parental figure is away, dealing with inner issues which involve my female hormones going crazy too though.
I’ll respect your privacy on the matter. It sounds rather sensitive. Then again, I can’t claim to be devoid of mother issues, given the rather intense nature of the proceedings of Sburb, which minced no words explaining the actions through which it was going to fuck us over.
Ah, to be young again.
(Source : orphiste-blog)
So you have no like for someone as me. but you are welcome. And you are not exactly making me feel the need to say much.
Allow me to take a deep, overly exaggerated bow at your breathless compliments. Truly, just hearing the singular word of...