kickinglovers

Push it to one side, a static electricity jolt. Like times of chasing tails around the same corner of self. Quite a torrid ride of overcome simplicity if the matter is divided into the correct portions.
But. Alas, the fallen has struck. Tiresome. News brought by a distance once known stranger reaked havock upon the kingdom (and made hero's lose their way). Trouble dwells with incoherent bubbling whines, there Sorry is chained and forced to whisper softly down a telephone whilst tears roll down his tired face.
We must send out smoke signals for the weary.




.let's sleep beside shoes. oh my shoes. babycham fawn party lace love.


-emo strike a pose-


-swoon-


-it won't get better-


[maybe just with this]



full pictures in folder 1.. only i'm too lazy to resize right now. sigh.
sigh.

i'm tired, so tired..


I like your pink knickers - says the 12 year old Jem singing boy.