karmasucks: everytime James Deen porn pops out on my dash I’m like
sorry for retreating into my shell. My happiness only comes around in isolation.
I’m starting to care less about your art and more about your cock– A
New Photo-folio. →
Check it outt. Adding new shit every day.. until I run out of shit to add..
play a game shall we?
tears are becoming a sea
“… wiped my face and swore I’d never cry over that bastard again. I told him he was dead to me. I told him I hated him. I told him. so many mean things. and then I disappeared on him. And since then.. I was lost to something that had consumed me at my childhood, I stopped fighting it, and I took every step on this earth with a sense of numbness. I gave nothing to others and felt...