DIRTY SKIRT
LOVE SEX LUST
"you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my chest and fall onto the floor. bloody & wounded. & here i am hearing thes...
'when the sky weeps & bends itself to meet me like tinted broken glass, let that be your reminder of what october brings for us ; fall-ing. Nous. Why¿? Started it a lil late and now i'm starting to forget you.° cover by pookie - @bloodedwolves ongoing; 2020 ~ _ ™atropa bellaedonna。.゚