Are you afraid? @blackdeer- - Tumblr Blog

Date a boy who can access parallel dimensions, but not very well, not yet. The sunset will glitch as the two of you watch it, you will find streets that don’t exist in your city regularly, and each time you watch your favorite movie with him, it will end a bit differently.

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Cats Skulls by Croonstreet.

http://croonstreet.deviantart.com/art/31-DOH-Cat-Skulls-266223856

#cats #black #spooky

devils-queen

✞ 666 ✞

#black&red #alt #dark

#Youtube #deftones #music #travelling

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geyashvecova

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Relaxation Tripp Glass) Archive_140921

blackdeer-

I wish I could take a bath in that.

daniardor

GOTHIC CHARACTERS:

Wednesday Addams - Addams Family Values (1993) Lydia Deetz - Beetlejuice (1988) Nancy Downs - The Craft (1996) Elvira - Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988) Morticia Addams - The Family Addams (1991) Eric Draven - The Crow (1994) Angela Franklin - Night of the Demons (1988) Vampira (Vampire Girl) - Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959) Edward - Edward Scissorhands (1990) Kim Diamond - Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2 (2000)

I have come back here after years just because I needed a place where to write in public, but hidden. Maybe there is someone who knows who I am here, but fuck it. If you do, and if you ever do read this, please just shut up. I feel grown, I am changed. I don't feel the same rage, the same powerful sadness I had a decade ago. I care more, I feel more. I cry a bit too much and I don't have enough friends to be happy. I stood up for myself in a horrible, horible way, I could have done so much better, be so much better but I didn't. And so I stood up for myself without feeling proud, without feeling as happy as I should. I've met a person that changed me, and for a time destroyed me. I've met a sick person, so sick that seemed perfectly fine, perfectly healty at my first glance. They vomited on me so many unjust words, they made me feel so wrong and sad. They didn't care, or they did in the worst possible way: this I'll never know. They were good to me, they were so good to me I forgot everything they said, they said such good things that I forgot whatever had(n't) been done. They were never perfect, and yet I settled for so little. How stupid and careless I've been. Wasting such precious years of youth and fun. I hate them for this. I hate them for hiding their true self so well. I hate them for hurting me so much. I hate them for never have been able to really change. I hate them for giving me false hope. I hate them for having met them at this horrible time. I hate them for never do anything more than talk and yet tearing me apart in crumbles for days. I hate them for begin so loved. I hate them for begin so unworthy. I hate them for lieing so good. I hate the myself I've turned in to because of them. So full of hate, so full of sour thoughts. I can be better than this, but do I want to?