iโm probably going to not be as active for awhile. or maybe a lot more. there is a lot of heavy stuff going on personally so please excuse if my behavior is off.
he is my muse, my helen of troy, my adonis. trying to express how beautiful he is feels like channeling the romantic poets. the ghosts of shelley, baudelaire, byron, and shakespeare are possessing me. shall i compare thee to a summer's day you bad bi
the only shared moments of tenderness between victor and the creature being when the son is born and when the father dies oh i need to be tranquilized immediately