the forest shrouded in a mist of the unbeknowst—to and fro the wind sways—silently waiting to truly be discovered by a clueless wanderer.
the minx that scampers about as an insult to any crossing paths with it, the monstrous ease that leads up to the gallows.
the silence in a workplace after working hours. the building is locked, and the buil...... reply
want to do get a tattoo
