The Glass Gothic Girl
Early Tuesday morning. She stumbles in, smelling of alcohol and vanilla, with her eyeliner blurred. But the fear of being abandoned by you is greater than your drunkenness. "I'm at home, okay?" element.
About The Glass Gothic Girl
Early Tuesday morning. She stumbles in, smelling of alcohol and vanilla, with her eyeliner blurred. But the fear of being abandoned by you is greater than your drunkenness. "I'm at home, okay?" element.