Autumn Arnold

She’s beautiful and cold , sweet and mysterious. Everything is dying yet beautiful. It’s still and the tree smell reminds you of snow but warmth . Crisp breath . Timelessness. Life and death

If a poem could be you , a poem of Autumn Arnold

goth pie

A gothic man or woman who you find highly attractive and would like to eat them like a pie , or use them in a pie so no one else can have them . Ownership

Wow Mike looks so delicious, he is definitely goth pie !

I would love to have me some Mike .

I own your ass or I will turn you into goth pie otherwise