Proper Mental

[fleshmaid3n-deactivated20201226]

[stop-this-pain]

[osasora]

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“From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm And the could that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.” —Edgar Allan Poe

[flowers-of-despair]

[slobbering]

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

[areyou-stillawake]

[elbaszott-szerelem]

[dreamingof-japan]

[fleshmaid3n-deactivated20201226]

[feelthemusiic]

[please-escape-this-world-wi-blog]

[hotel-a-h-s]

[pr0permental]

How I feel at work-every day.

[troubledsoul-me]

[abyzzou]

[pr0permental]

Tod Papageorge, Man in Grass, 1981

[pr0permental]

[o-m-e-r-t-a]

[pr0permental]

Sexy