by .bails. » Thu Mar 30, 2017 7:49 am
No clue, sorry!
About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
No sign. The roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
I get mine and make no excuses; waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved 'til you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top 'til you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a—
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a—
I'm so sorry
gay pirates, vampires and predestined half dragons, anything by casey mcquiston or neil gaiman, tea, and a healthy dose of hbo max. chronically tired but caffeinated. occasional studying
they/she
psych major
local book and library enthusiast