I can see his onyx eyes shrink in horror; I roll my own and get ready to politely tell Jeffree who-the-fuck-ever to leave us alone and no, we won’t do a collab... but the person looking over my shoul...
Tallulah was shocked at our grief for her sake and she glowed with flattery,
“Well, aren’t you both darlings? You sit here watching me live rather than obsess over pictures where I’ve died." (Final Pa...
"If there ever were a ghost for us to meet, that I could trust to not haunt my husband’s nightmares for life, I’d like to think it would be her." Part 1/4
He did not see it, but I did. The glass of whiskey I set in her perfectly manicured hand, slipped clean through it. That perfect charming expression with those dancing eyes cracked with the glass on t...