Desperate to be feared, you want to be perceived as a monster, draped in black. And yet, you leave that little window, a glimpse of the perfection underneath.
Send a little something, Ringo.
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singularity | dickbabs.
It was you. In pixie boots, and that yellow and green suit. And the domino mask. And the dark hair, and that...
walls of art. spitfire
A collection of imaginary moments that happened between Wally and Artemis.