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“Just walking into a tree with some little helper in the dark. This is fine,”
“Funny how sin and fun go hand in hand, isn’t it,
“respectfully, fuck off.”
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Deliciously dark and sinisterly divine.”
“You are my burning willow. You are my hell; my place of eternal torment and sorrow. I am your devil, your guardian. I should love nothing, but I love only you,”
Making love to him was both agony and ecstasy.
She’d always loved Halloween. A magic night. A night when anything could happen. Monsters could be real. Magic could whisper in the air.
My entire vibe
The smell of maple syrup, autumn leaves, sex, and possibilities
I'm pretty sure this is how I want to be described.
