These Arms are for Fighting and Fucking.
I am Saragorn, rough around all these uneven edges, some days running through the train gravel, hollering whatever comes to mind. I'm queer, I love and live days as they come, never really knowing where I'll find myself when peeking my head outside of my shoddy tarp in the frosty mornings... there's a certain dangerous certainty to that, and I don't want it to change. Evolving into hollow nothingness and trapping me in these transparent cages.


