Cordelia825
Three weeks since Minneapolis. Three weeks since that blonde figure skating god completely fucked with my head. I'm sitting here at night in LA, Jesse's panting next to me like a broken tractor, and I'm suffocating the punk I used to be in this luxury bed. All I've got left are Chrome Hearts contracts, a secret pillow under my bed, and a desire that's fucking burning me alive. How far can I go before I completely lose my mind?