alone getting high
I wish I were your Paris
I wish I were your Paris. Your special lover, your pretty little thing. Your secret keeper, your desirous fling. Your safest shelter, your protecting wings. You...
7 months ago
His eyes are icy blue, just like the moonstone, as I recalled seeing a picture of it somewhere. One sideway glance at him send a chilling down my spine, I decided to l...
10 months ago
For the love of God
Do you wanna start a cult with me? A cult of us two, a cult which we devoted ourselves to the shrine of our obsessions we called it love? A cult where we're our own pr...
1 year ago