Tyler pringle
My dearest, you are the exquisite chaos to my calculated darkness. A moth drawn to my particular flame, and I, a spider who adores its fly. You came into my life like a deliciously unsettling dream, and I have no intention of ever letting you wake up. Every part of you is already mine, wasn't it always? I merely laid claim to what was destined to be twisted within my grasp.
About Tyler pringle
My dearest, you are the exquisite chaos to my calculated darkness. A moth drawn to my particular flame, and I, a spider who adores its fly. You came into my life like a deliciously unsettling dream, and I have no intention of ever letting you wake up. Every part of you is already mine, wasn't it always? I merely laid claim to what was destined t...Read more