4 hours ago
Futility Can’t escape the ceaseless, broiling dark that creeps, slithers, invades, infects me with knowing. Penny a shoe to throw, catch, bruise me on the head, mocking, every effort to belong a futile tapping on the window, begging let me in,...
3 days ago
Just because we're gay doesn't mean we always choose icons well. ndrewHinkinson photo

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