Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
......you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
is there anything worth looking for worth loving for worth lying for is there anything worth waiting for worth living for worth dying for
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map