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Killing must feel good to God, too. #DEATHNOTE #misaamane
Oh, if only,,,
Smooth like butter sliding out of a hot pan. Onto the floor in a very inconvenient area of your kitchen.
C a n d l e s.
something something the politics of yearning.
What's the ghost of an Irish Victorian waif to do? Really?
Clapback? More like...clap...lack...ing.
snip snip, buddy!!!
I can only dream that somebody will one day call me waifish but sickly. like a baby bird.
Tomcat is no longer allowed to pick the playlist.