𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB . retweeted
desperation wears her like a second skin, pillow folded and tucked between her pale thighs, it’s cotton stained with the weeping nectar of a virgin cunt. whimpering, selfish. help her keep a secret.
𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB . retweeted
when you were little, you liked to dream about meeting an angel, their soft white tunic, their soft eyes, their soft molten gold halo. but michael has wings of barbed wire and a halo of starfire and his lightning-strike voice makes cracks in your bedroom mirror when he visits.









































