clockworkcrypt

Ughhh. I forgot how much I love mad hatter.

This cold it runs, it clogs my soul, I cough and moan, yet don't feel whole, my nose drips like a leaky tap, my head is stuffed, my energy? Flat. I long to wear this perfumed oil, but alas my plans were foiled, Out Out damn cold, please set me free, for I have grown so tired of thee!

Do I hate the smell of leather, or just the musk in fighter: a story by me.

I want someone to love me like my skin loves Black Annis. 24 hours later and one shower, and I can still smell the sweet drydown when i press my wrists into my skin.

I absolutely regret linking my twitter to this and it's barely been half an hour