socks

logging out. the Vatican needs me

the sheer eroticism of a bloodstained blouse... effervescent.

truly

if you ever call me angel, i hope you reffer to biblically accurate angels, described in the Book of Daniel as spirit beings with face like a lightning bolt, eyes like flaming torches of fire, arms and legs that gleam like polished chrome, and voice like that of thunder.

YES, i know that reading Oscar Wilde shouldn’t be a personality trait but i’m gonna treat as though it is anyway. mind your own fucking business.