Livin' the stereotype

[yagathai]

I'm wearing a black t-shirt with skulls on it, smoking a clove cigarette and listening to Nightwish. At midnight. In the dark.

My soul bleeds bloody black blood, sliced by the wings of a million obsidian butterflies. Butterflies of *darkness*.

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[yagathai.livejournal.com]

No, I do not. There is nothing tiny about them.