Apr 4, 2014
post--mortem--kiss replied to your post:
; ; ive heard about sleep paralysis and it sounds absolutely awful. so im sorry you have to go through that.
I've had it for years but it always freaks me the fuck out when it happens
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post--mortem--kiss replied to your post:
; ; ive heard about sleep paralysis and it sounds absolutely awful. so im sorry you have to go through that.
I've had it for years but it always freaks me the fuck out when it happens
post--mortem--kiss replied to your post:
oh gosh im so sorry honey ;; ;gives lots of hugs
Don't worry dear but thank you
post--mortem--kiss replied to your post: Who wouldn’t feel threatened by this face?
GET OUT.
liliaceaes replied to your post: Who wouldn’t feel threatened by this face?
Hey~
"Hi, Uncle." Not even going to address his aunt if she's to be like that.
post--mortem--kiss replied to your post:✢
omg ;;
cries bc amsel is like "ha ha no."
post--mortem--kiss said: ;; babu…?
// ;hugs from behind (◡ω◡✿)
✁ - - } She was perfect. f course, not nearly as flawless as his twin sister, but she came quite close. To think that he would find someone like this in such a run-down underground nightclub - even as he laid his own eyes on her, it seemed unbelievable. He had walked into the “abandoned” warehouse on a whim, expecting to pick up a simple hooker for the night. It was a part of the city most people - including the police - were unable to find. But he had. And now his hunt began. He needed her. He felt his entire body going cold, the way it did that night he had finally traced his fingers over his beautiful sister's porcelain skin. This girl would make a fantastic sample in his collection - he needed her. His eyes followed her as she walked over to the side to the makeshift bar, taking a seat on a stool and making herself comfortable. He immediately chased after her - or rather, walked slowly to her with his classic charismatic smile that he used on daughters of elites - and took the seat next to the girl. He ordered a drink - a light liquor, and fiddled with the top button of his black dress shirt, looking away from his target, hoping she would take the bait.