ARCHIVED.

now @ m17es

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i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

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i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

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i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

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i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

[defunct-m17es]

i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

[defunct-m17es]

i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

[defunct-m17es]

i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

[defunct-m17es]

i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

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i’ve rebooted desmond over at @m17es ! this is an archive now.

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did i really write samus url jesus ch irst

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ooo we archivin’

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hm shit wait i think ill archive and remake. 

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[orphik]

❝  It sees you. All of you. Hears you from the quietest thought — it sees you down to the smallest atom, and it waits for you to look back.  ❞   — The Father.

eldritch oc. written by azia.

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niche desmond miles aesthetics:  ambient  feedback  that  you  hear  when  there’s  no  audio  in  your  headphones.    ∕     waking  up  in  the  train  depot  because  you  slept  through  the  last  stop.    ∕     being  kept  up  by  a  neighbor’s  party  after  a  bad  day.    ∕    slightly  burnt  food.    ∕    narrowly  avoiding  the  splash  from  a  car  tire.    ∕     a  stain  on  a  new  shirt.    ∕    returning  to  a  childhood  location  to  find  much  has  changed.    ∕     accidentally  staring  someone  down  while  you’re  spacing  out.    ∕    a  light  bloody  nose,  barely  enough  to  require  a  tissue.    ∕    anxiety  from  a  nightmare  you  can  barely  remember.    ∕    songs  with  heavy  bass  muffled  through  walls.    ∕    the  hot  water  running  out  in  the  middle  of  a  shower.    ∕    the  inability  to  pinpoint  the  source  of  sudden  nostalgia.    ∕    the  feel  of  nylon.    ∕    an  old  jazz  record  skipping.    ∕    almost  saving  a  glass  before  it  shatters  on  the  floor.    ∕    fresh  air  entering  a  stuffy  room.    ∕    being  watched  through  the  blinds.    ∕    the  disconnect  between  the  different  versions  of  yourself  that  you  become  around  different  people.     ∕    vinegar  and  bleach  on  previously  unknown  cuts,

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im a disastard

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disaster bastard

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it’s pride month but desmond’s aesthetic is already the bi colors because i’m living in 2030