When even the darkest night spits you out of its depth, you come to me. Ill listen well, scream to me the tales you dare whisper of to no one. Show me how the weak becomes strong and backwards as you draw your half moon. Show me how my strings make your blood into the weapon stabbing non other than those you want to love. Come to me, little doll, dancing porcelain doll. My pretty porcelain doll. #random 272 views10:45
