cheaphippie

Fantasy Clock Shop - - at the end of town, behind the last streetlight that has only but flickered, for the last few years is a shop, covered in unkempt vines and pealing paint with a wooden sign barely hanging on I have to tell you my friends, of a place it's secret, in some ways, barely real at all for the pathetic sign reads only as this: “Fantasy Clock Shop” and in the back of the shop you’ll find the boy, skin paled from lack of sun and love his back bent at a strange angle from constantly being pushed aside so do you want to know the story, of the boy in the back of the clock shop? bending time to fit his