Lauren Daphne Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

Daphne Greengrass Pt. 4

She was Daphne Greengrass, Daddy's little girl, the Princess of Slytherin. She was meant to be worshipped, adored, kissed and caressed. Not sucking on the dried out cum of this asshole's .

I also love sneakin’ off to some secret spots. The old abandoned train station off Central Ave? Totally eerie but wild. I swear I heard ghostly giggles once (boo!). And then there’s a tiny garden on Elm where you can hear birds chirp like a live indie band – super chill, super underrated.

Anti-HIV active diterpenoids identified in Daphne pseudomezereum