Pink Absinthe

You timidly open parallel promises. Glorious and sneaky, so not to cause the God to come clamouring down. 13 reblog

The tried dynamic went around this logical return. 3 reblog

Watch the flock, you’ll see the silly tangles. All the candy goes to Grace, never sweet Violet. 1 reblog

When looks finally go wrong, and you cover all those wicked humps. Stay hellbent for any god around. reblog

Happy flesh with fast lips. Every friendly prick we pluck promises ass. 1 reblog

Desperate science, in trouble, leaves for pregnant limbs. Noodle water left over. reblog

Her fist touches Daddy. This radical hero promises light. reblog

Peace killed war. The wise clamor into dancing. reblog

My ugly Doctor is hellbent on biting the wrong cheeks. reblog

They sang one precious song for the violet peace. 1 reblog

Please obey the thunder: he sang my sweet journey into existence. 6 reblog

Promises, left under the dripping moonlight , touches along the riches but never through. reblog

My hands open up a heavily tangled life. The clever ritual never a reflection on my future 1 reblog