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She is standing on my lids And her hair is in mine She is the form of my hands

When you gotta go…. you gotta go. Surviving the restrooms at Bonnaroo takes copious amounts of alcohol…. so be sure

My mother does not trust women without it. What are they not hiding? Renders the dead living and the living

Not even the wild winds of Dorian could keep me away for too long 😛 So while Dorian had some

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound

This is fear of known inept comfort level of pigeons rodents fire crackers explosions of city things an inside/outside in

We Love Roleplay opens tomorrow!!! Get your little fantasy and role playing hearts ready to be swooned! In the meantime

The Arcade has opened so I had to share this adorable Fall outfit by The Mystic, the sister brand of

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