shiver hot cold blinky cauldron. Eyes write nothing, brain must draw into clay.

to die.

just wished happy birthday at a party 3 times when his birthday is actually 21/09/89; his favourite blessing being "Happy Birthday, Tom!"

like whitewashing his whole flat into a bin bag

retaarded bear

sss

she could see... that by sharing, your beauty divides.

for his soul to be refluxed

having his baby back.