its 2.31 of the morning
lr1eQPe7_g i cant stop hearing this godamn song and think myself about all the fucking mistakes i ever done, call it self pity or call it the curse of beeing concient.im too tired to tell, the everlasting fever of insanity is eating my guts as my mind wants to be separated of my body....its wendsday..or thursday i dont even care anymore. I been working on a story lately and i gave some info to Sick Joe about it.
Pornografic toughts and the constant need of a cigarrette are running throught the walls of the aparment. shouts beging a rain and one peacefull moment.
I love Noir...
this is the point when i realize that i needed to writte my toughts for a moment, maybe to fill some empty papper whit ink and say something or maybe to remind me that i still got the writting spark...dont know....dont care at the moment
Daily Needs
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月曜
わたしはあくまで執事ですから~
Sebastian =
DESU! XD
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My english is little bit crappy, sorry...
MURSU WÖÖÖ! Hehe! >XD
Elisa ->
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"Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again. I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been."
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"He that can smile at death, as we know him, who can flourish in the midst of diseases that kill off whole peoples. If such a one was to come from God, and not the Devil, what a force for good might he not be in this world of ours." - Bram Stoker, Dracula
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My gallery ==> [link]
Wow, you have got amazing art!<3 You have got nice style.
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Bwuah~ Hagane wanna cookie<3
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