living a dead man’s life (2)
i take a few steps back. is my heart beating? i don’t know. am i breathing? no idea. but the […]
i take a few steps back. is my heart beating? i don’t know. am i breathing? no idea. but the […]
fuck this. with an immensely overwhelming sense of boredom, i spend my days in bed, growing ever more intimate with
in the vast and desolate lands of wyoming, at the foothills of the black hills, native american warriors attacked a
-1- isadora vega. she had carefully done her makeup, wearing high heels that made her already tall frame even taller.
malcolm. when he arrived in the town, nothing changed. at first. but whispers began. they crept through alleyways, lingered in