Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Under fluffy covers beside a lava lamp whose warm pink and orange glow dances over my body and the wall I look at and still everything is so cold. And I like cold, but this kind is not kind to my bones or my insides.
Posted by A Timely Mystique at 8:09 PM

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