février 2012
699 billets
[Pardon est] On the boarder between, in his eyes. So feint, to the brink, serpents of light, of some different kind. Fanfictional crossover. Terrifying things, but sweetest names. One more thing to give up, the halo fast, and of age A little game I play To keep, to leave, too many, to trespass So here I am to utterly, at least rebelious, happy Youth is for an hour, Be a tornado Oscillate Be...
