I was already refusing to have taste. I forbade myself to have it. I knew that the cultivation of it would have not refined me but softened me.


The Thief's Journal


I was already refusing to have taste. I forbade myself to have it. I knew that the cultivation of it would have not refined me but softened me.

I was already refusing to have taste. I forbade myself to have it. I knew that the cultivation of it would have not refined me but softened me.

I was already refusing to have taste. I forbade myself to have it. I knew that the cultivation of it would have not refined me but softened me.

I was already refusing to have taste. I forbade myself to have it. I knew that the cultivation of it would have not refined me but softened me.