burning the midnight ink…
Caption this, darlings. Chosen just for you by the Incubus:
“He claimed he was a journalist, wanting to capture my technicolor corruption in stark black and white. I let him, traded for the kiss I’d stolen from him moments before.”
God, I wish the Valium would kick in already.
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