If he was silent I could be silent too. Indeed, I could very well do with a little rest in this subdued, frightened-to-death rocking chair, before I drove to wherever the beast’s lair was - and then pulled the pistol’s foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.
buon giorno. ∞ british men are bound to be my ultimate downfall. i suffer from major desire for blood-suckers that don't sparkle and slytherin pureblood extraordinaires with killer smirks. the idea of supremacy enthralled me to no end. nowadays, i practice somerhalder quite religiously and pleasing my
queen constitutes my sole mantra. although during my free time, i also enjoy scheming other's inglorious demises.
i am looking for a male, with dramatically pale eyes, who speaks like oscar wilde and smells like satan.
i must warn you, you don't want to meet me at this very strange time of my life.
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