limb by limb, and tooth by tooth, stirring up inside of me every day and every hour. i wish that i, was bulletproof.
20 he/him
HOW DID YOU KILL REALITY? via subway train. WHO IS YOUR ANGEL? my favourite character. WHERE IS YOUR HOLY PALACE? my childhood bedroom. WHAT IS YOUR MIRROR? a wallet with a keychain of a familiar face. WHY ARE YOU HERE? i want to be the ideal "me".