Disaster
Your hands to my hips cause aches,
Your tongue to my lips, ruin,
Your skin against mine, death.
The problem is, even in your absence
I am at war with myself, with you, with life.
I am a fucked up beautiful thing that will destroy you
Even if I don’t want too, even if I try desperately not too.
I, I am a disaster always happening.
Credits:
Chair: Kuro – Lodge Armchair – Red
Top: [Deadwool] Gingham shirt (female) – pale pink
Pants: coldLogic jeggings – seyfried.black
Boots: Maitreya Stagioni Boots
Hair – Lamb – Blue velvet
Glasses – Sleepy Eddy – Boston
Skin – PF Harley
Nails – {Wicked} Peach – GLITTER! (I am ALWAYS wearing wicked peach nails, ALWAYS!)
Maybe May 