Émile St. Sécaire

maybe the real ghost was the trauma we processed along the way
objectivity according to blaseball
What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of wheels from the howl of wolves?
like utena but regular horny instead of fucked up horny
what's the point of a wizard degree if you can't be rude
leave your grief at the beach
they're lesbians, haraldicus

Weekend in Eden