fucking ow, my back. heh, didn't miss how much THIS hurt...

i kinda am that bitch, true.

fuck, my back is all KINDS of sore today. i dunno if it's the tits or the being dead thing. or both. prolly both.

heh, NOW we're talkin'.

so call me when the world looks bleak 💛

burn bright like the midnight sun. 💜

us slaughter daughters run the world. 💜

maybe in time, you'll want to be mine.

it's a supernatural delight, everyone was dancin' in the moonlight 🧡

an addendum on rhea caddel: the caddels were born in hell, to no parents. from the very beginning, rhea wanted to see the world. she wanted to see everything, experience everything. she was a firecracker, maybe even a bit of a troublemaker, but she was loved.

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