“The Poet Of Doomed.” I shall unearth the nothingness in the grief-stricken sheet, as these fingers languid for all. (December Rain, 1987.)⠀⋮⠀ENG. MVRP. MDNI
Nobody’s ready to end the weekend, so here I am. Pretending that the night is still young and took sip after sip before I decided to let the land of dream drift me away.
@GOMlNSI Hello, angel! Truly glad to have you around and thank you for adding me to your friend list. Iris is the name and I hope our encounter could lead into something meaningful. < 3
Still a little disoriented and nearly surrendering to the slumber, but darling, I’ve finally made it to the apartment lobby! Happy Sunday, darlings. May your day be sprinkled with delightful little adventures before Monday’s madness steals the spotlight. ☆