Prowling, Growling and Ravenous Howling...
Kisses with teeth, claws with black glitter, a furious wolf in my guts.
Friday, 3 January 2014
Splinter
So I broke up with Frey and now I feel sick.
It doesn't help that the giants are having unreasonably loud sex less that 20 metres away from me.
Fuck my life.
Seriously.
Fuck this.
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