February 2012
85 posts
i don’t love you to the strains of violins. rather, i love you to the gnashing of hipbones, the tearing of flesh, and the howls of pent up release.
All the girls in this city are homie hoppers or...
~*rEbLoG-iF_yOu'Re-GeTtInG_hIgH-rIgHt_NoW*~
