Howl J. Ramadonna.

About me:

i was their donna, potched clean to a destiny brighter than the sun.

Who I'd like to meet:

I write this as my glasses are teasing the corner of my eyes, lingering a scene rather one I refuse to remember // not at times like this. Foggy windows, noisy lights filling up aching ears- teasing it never ending.

Think you could live off precious memories? oh yes, not really, not so so. I treasure friendship, lowmaintained ones; slow nights with creamed liquids and a talk about the life we could’ve had // intimate, soul touching bond, godforsaken poems, exchanging envelopes of admiration, etc etc. 𓏲ּ𝄢 I’m quite busy with my schedules // I’m strict with them, therefore no funsies are about to crack, not on my lane. i mean, i can't help myself- will you be able to, i wonder? i'm not so much of a.. modern dolled porcelain; email me and offer me a topic about art, i'm so very up for it. 𓏲ּ