Tits

I can dance in the shower with my tits swaying back and forth if I want to, and I can climb these god damn walls if I want to! didn't your mother ever tell you, rules, are meant to be broken? and if my soul is half-destroyed then there's nothing wrong with continuing to destroy … Continue reading Tits

Fragile

Everything so fragile Scared. You always looked at me Like I would get mad or something. Always asking for permission, About something in my kitchen, I trusted you, you silly thing...