𝒅𝚛͟. 𝐚*𝙱͟𝙱𝙾𝚃 .

ᅠᅠ 𝑓𝙴͟𝙴͟𝙻 the ꒦꒷ 𝓈cars that sleep 𝓈ilent on y𝚘𝚞𝚛 * ᅠᅠ body, 𝓱ow the skin ᅠᅠ 𝑤𝚛͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚔͟𝗹𝗲𝘀 into 𝚙𝚁͟𝙰͟𝚈͟𝙴͟𝚁 .

the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

UNDEAD DOCTOR

stupid, emotional obsessive little me.

there must have been an angel by my side, something heavenly led me to you.

So either these walls can shake Or my heart can break Into four One piece wrapped to go One for me alone And two in case In case you come home

this is a gift, it comes with a price. who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Mohan le sonrió. — ¿Podría ayudarme con mis paquetes? — Preguntó atrevida, y para disimular, se giró echando el resto de la cerveza en el césped. Al instante se arrepintió, el doctor seguramente estaba siendo amable y refiriéndose a echarle una mano dentro del >