Yep. Killed dead.

Yep. Killed dead.

This Is A Love Story

It's Not A Walk Of Shame

Sumisa-Lily

Sweetly Sinful

A Sweetheart Being 40

😍💖Grabby Hands!

Lorenzens-Soil

Azerothi-Iconomania: Holiday Arts. Poem By Inkskinned.

Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down.

Inkskinned: There Are Dark Antler Secrets We Hid Under Our Bed In The Hopes That Our Wild Wouldn’t Be Noticed. Full Moons Came And Went While We Chained Ourselves To The Radiator, Hoping The Handcuffs Would Hold Back Our Violence. There Are So Many

Inkskinned:i Think About You A Lot And I Think About You Not Thinking About Me A Lot And I Think About How I Don’t Want To Think About You But I Think About It A Lot And I Don’t Know I Think Too Much I Think Too Much And You Exist Somewhere That All

Inkskinned: I Have Learned To Keep The Break Quiet, So That Instead Of Shifting Continents, I Am Sighs And Smiling. I Have Learned To Shove The Bad Things Into Riverless Spaces. I Do Not Flood In Public. I Kiss You And You Cannot Hear The Million Spider