Jun 2, 2017
ASH CAKES THE BLOOMING CROWN of her puckered serendipity like barbed-wire nooses strung from the light of the gallows; streaked syringes mark the decay of her girlhood, her decent into decadent destruction, pistol cocked in flavorless challenge.
❛ i totally just saved your ass. you and i both know you’d be dead if i didn’t help; a little gratitude isn’t too much to ask for. ❜ // hellbitched.