d*land

There's always something.

Do you have those days when every dirty thing you've done comes at you?

At this very moment, every lurid detail of every night spent not sleeping has crept into my head. I know that when I slip into bed, my head will be full of tongues and hands, hard and soft. I'll remember promises granted and unkept, and whispered lies.

It only makes me want it more.

12.11.02 || 8:18 pm

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