basic stats: i have the gritty mindset of a cult film killer but the body of a waif pixie. i keep my eyes narrow and my views wide, but only if you're blessed with model looks and disease in your blood.
wants: sunday mornings where i am real with my daiquiri shakes and my trembling moves, where i can honestly believe the way i outline my phone calls before i so much as dial your number, the way i drink down listerine to clean out the itch inside me, and the way i play games with you just to get a bit closer.
gets off to: blood flowers on my neck and blossoms on my hips, the taste of lotus and avocado peels (poison) on the roof of my mouth,