Greater Than The Sum Of Its Parts
TheSummerTriangle0707
Seven and Counting
TehSammichMan
forget me, my dear (and my grave will sleep soundly)
jello12451
gone are the condemned, the elegies for the living (1)
such as we are made of, such we be
miravrse
soft as she is—she has almost killed me with love for that boy (15)
Lynette, in repose
openendings