Badlands

Badlands

Sodomymcscurvylegs: Cameralinz: Previouslysirlestrange: “Is Draco Alive? Is He In The Castle?” The Whisper Was Barely Audible; Her Lips Were An Inch From His Ear, Her Head Bent So Low That Her Long Hair Shielded His Face From The Onlookers. “Yes,”

Fitgirllivinginabikini: She Is So Beyond Perfect. My God.

“That’s Not My Blood. I Was Making Out With My Main Squeeze On A Stoop In The East Village And Some Macho Jock Dickhead Walked By And Called Us Fags. I Don’t Think He Expected Me To Get Up In His Face. We Scrapped A Bit And Then I Head-Butted Him

Crave It

Crave It

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The Crimson Crook

Badlands

Badlands

5000Letters: When People Say: I’m A Messthey’re Not Warning You Offthey’re Willing You Closerto See Past The Sadness At 2Am, And The Chain-Smoking, The Crying At Pianistsmidnight Meals, Foetal Positions And The Sulk Of Bottom Lips There’s Something

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7Eleven: What Does That Say

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