For my boy. :)

For Eva Dear,

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She wasn't lying at all, so he took out his flask and drank two little sips before entering this abysmal stage of confusion. The curtains were backwards and the candles burned up from the bottom.

I possess an infatuation for tacky objects... hygienic frumpy units of goodness. Like discovering something that looks dirty, and sanitizing it, but leaving the rust. Also, I like to start sentences with like, so bite me (stop being so literal, if you bite me I'll cry).