

6.05A nymphet like girl, with moon-legs like Nabokov described, so easily snapped beneath a dainty sheath of lace. So easily snapped. Painted with the much sought triangle that only months of futile mathematics can accomplish. Wispy from the neck up with hair that falls cleverly in all the wrong places. Propped up on a pedestal like McMahon props himself, vulnerable to the elements. Easily toppled. Somewhat nude. Biting lips to tear flesh like Grecian sarcasm.6.05
These are the nights that make me want to smoke cigarettes. I don't like tobacco at all. I want to cough, to be as dead as the animated incarnation of Rasputin with a rattling


2 Years.one day i'm going to live in a house in melbourne. from the outside it will look like your average middle class suburban abode. but the minute you open the door you are greeted by the scent of musk and pinewood, and coffee beans. and the walls are all painted with pictures of badgers, owls, oak trees and other glorious things. there's almost never silence, apart from when the house sleeps, which doesn't happen all that often because the inhabitants are almost always jittery and awake due to excessive amounts of caffeine, but we don't really care because there's always an acoustic guitar being strummed, or a violin wailing in a distant room. o2 Years.
that was the creepiest comment ever haha..
who is this?
exoh.
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