by ~*Malec*~ » Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:46 pm
Cornwallis played with his hands again, flicking his nails a bit and getting annoyed with himself as he made the sound, stopping, then playing with the palm of his hand.
"Our night is lit by the city moon When I see myself reflect on you I know what I was meant to do"
I Am A


And I Am Proud!

May They Rest In Power!
I usually go by

but please,

