Lilting Lola, cinnamon sticks in melting sugar
hijabi strength
My herb drawer
voice like a:
“Hey, barman, call me up a dose of truth, wouldja.”
(Not like a bell at all.)
The Piano is Not Firewood Yet
I am The Star Thief. My pockets are illuminated by their light.Find me in dark corners: kissing cats and bleeding prose.
"How about a kiss, saumensch?"
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redchundri said:
Not gonna lie, I thought that said “Batman” at first.
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She wants to get
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