the altar.

OPEN up your eyes, there's NOTHING on my body left to see. i tried a thousand times, i tried to say i LOVE you but you didn't HEAR me, and you're passive aggressive ; convinced me other people didn't care about me. and to think you would get me to the a l t a r, like i followed you around like a dog that needs water, but admit it that you wanted me ( smaller ). + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5107868"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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hello.. i’ll be switching to @midasardor ! please follow over there..

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hello.. i’ll be switching to @midasardor ! please follow over there..

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ill b on at some point... my father passed away a week ago but im rly tryna get back in the groove y'all..

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sadsaviours:

           beyond him was a kin that he was not meritorious of. cambering marginally, arms traverse as he bores at the counterpart of his own in the dormer. hoods are lumbering of deprival and flesh was besmirch, pumping vessels conspicuous. rehabilitation was above preference and rather, a requisite. an insalubrious posture linking an ultimate   downfall    …  and now more than one entrusted him. he’ll glance at the angelic newborn who merited a motherly and fatherly figure.   ‘   i understand.   ’   edging to her division of the linen platform. he aches to catenate with vindication however falters   :   more willingly he finalizes with an osculation on the surface of the femme’s temple and his index nuzzles the palm of the miniature.  

           she’s having a seism, the paradisiacal notability of the suckling mirroring the male besides her ; recessed eyes seemingly narcoleptic.    ‘   you have to go get help and you know it, jordan. she needs a father, and i don’t have much faith that you can be that for her with the way that you live your life.    ’   inflection is tremorous, she’s festering to his discolored orbs, flanges wobbly.     ‘   i already arranged it for you outside, so you can’t say no. ---- besides ; if you do it now, you’ll only miss out on three months of her life instead of the rest of her life. we’ll be fine ... i PROMISE to be here when you get out, and she will be too. just waiting to be in the arms of her daddy.    ’   kiana execrated to be the one to duress him into rehabilitation, to haven him from the outside chaos of essences. 

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sadsaviours:

   the authentic roseate of cheeks discolour and limbs   NUMB   at the spitfire’s words   :   visibility downcast to shield the wrath in his orbs. the femme immersing in liability until the mention of terminating the organism and when she’ll stem the temerity to intersect his faculty.   ‘   i was planning on telling you, gabriel   …   i’m sorry you found out this way.   ’  the dulcet tone   thicker   weighing of trepidation.   ‘   i can’t believe i’m hearing this right now. you haven’t even thought about how   good   this could be.  ’  petulance peaking as he abandons the capacity as tracks press among hardwood flooring of the other. she insufflates earnestly and upholds.   ‘   don’t walk away from me.   ’   bordering his dubious path.   ‘   i’m not killing our baby.   ’

      estuaries are impervious, her confabulations shifting through one ear and out the other ; OR SO, it seemed !    ‘   how g o o d this could be ? are you fucking    SHITTING    me ? what could be good about it ? we’ve discussed this how many times before, cleo. and here i go, repeating for the millionth time ... i don’t want kids. if you don’t want to deal with that, you know where the door is and don’t let it hit you on the way out.    ’   the sable manifests in front of his roused tracks, his tongue flounced across his lower brim ; otiose sorrel’s find her own.    ‘   you’re so fucking     selfish. you didn’t even think about what i wanted in this scenario .. and you know what ? you fucking tricked me into this. thought you were on birth control but somehow mysteriously you get pregnant when we’ve been perfectly fine with the contraceptive. didn’t know you were a fucking psycho bitch, i wish i would’ve known before i busted in ya’.    ’   his parlance is mortiferous, nodular digits scrimping her chin between his tips,    ‘   get out of my way.    ’   

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sadsaviours:

     C H E E R S  !    :   a chorale of men embellished in upscale ensembles cantillate, with palliative glasses swaddled within metacarpals. subsiding, he’ll enter the plethora of vivacious souls striking in the illumination of chromatic beams, swaying to hymn in rapture. the volume more restless than predestined, inveigling the male to witness such clamor. optics not circumventing his newfangled representative   …  limning a minx however bambi eyes are fleeting   -   radiating of callowness and immaculacy which he has yet to divest. a gallant taking similar interest to the ingénue   …   sly efforts disproved but he is unremitting, vexing the circulation of adrian’s hues. when palms course her into abyss, adrian hounds with the expertise of profitable intents. curled sleeves intersect his disenthralled ivory collar.   ‘   what do we have here, huh   ?   ’

     T E R R I F I E D is the only intensity victual towards her voyaging, the hermetic fabric of the skirt hugging her sylphlike limbs only making it unsurpassably porcine on her chest ; meanwhile the decussate of her chemisette wheedled scavenger eyes, and she was the prey. lachryma will seethe from her doe eyes, and she had a VOLITION to scurry from the club ... run to her profligacy. recreancy will opt that flip side, ameliorating her composure before assembling beside her abuductee.    ‘   i’m sorry, i know that wasn’t polite of me to run away like that...     ’ she’ll sibilate underneath a breath, length of vibrissa glutinous on her backside.    ‘   he came up and started touching me without my permission ... like i would even GIVE it to him in the first place.  tell this pervert to leave me alone because i’m n o t interested .. and women aren’t objects that you think you can do whatever you want to.      ’ 

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can't believe i met ari a month ago n im still recovering..