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Bēhance

  • waiting.
     why have it course throughout our veins, when we could have it written all across our faces?
    i want you to show me how it is done. i want to know.
  • it's the knocking on the windowsill on the rainy cold nights, the tasting the last drop, the succulent thigh of the wicked, the rich, the never-ending bliss.