O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
by William Blake
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
by William Blake
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they all love me there i swear. i take care of my piercings/tattoos, my tattoo artist loves me cause i never squirm, and my piercer is just like, i love you youre always so chill about everything haha
i like it
gonna have to say it feels weird...
especially when its flipped up... and i forget its there and i want to go blow my nose cause it feels funny. and then im all... noooooo bad idea..