NEPETA BANANA

> Highlighting all that white text crashed my browser.

:: ::: :: :: : ::: : ( industrialage @ last.fm ) : :: no one could know what we did that night, it was a forbidden truth. we could never escape the reality bestowed upon us. nor did we want to - it was a truth to be treasured.

female. twenty-three. music geek. photographer. graphic & web designer.

polly. → 19. → female. → ophiuchus/sagittarius. → pervert. unasuvas @ lj.

peterpans' favorite lost boy, sother brister.

I wear my garment so it shows. now you know.

°Някои неща се виждат най-добре на тъмно.°

crawl into the space between the notes, and curl back to loneliness.

i reed alle the tyme.

❝ 狂乱の夜会へようこそ とっておきのゲームを始めましょう ❞

you owe no allegiance to the facts. talking like a saint on the side of the accident.