Gothics of the metroplex
Whose beauty glares so furiously that I must retreat to the shadows of my being? Oh, how I wish to consummate our love on our deathbed; but first I must know if you will abandon me at the first sign of sunrise. If thy affection is true, let us fly away in the dead of night and escape this saccharin paradise.
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turn-ons: shopping at Hot Topic, rooms without windows, two-gauge piercings, mesh, dull colors, bad poetry carved into arms
turn-offs: self-help books, dog collars with dogs in them, flowers that are still alive, mahogony, E!, fluffy clouds
motto: "I pine in thy pitiful surroundings." |
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