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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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Instagram: darkparadiselost | song: i see darkness in you - red mecca
shoutout to lesbians who are just so tired. i wish you luscious rest, deep sleep, and sweet dreams, my dears
The doors of Milan Duomo, a cathedral in Italy. Made of bronze and designed by the Italian sculptor Lodovico Pogliaghi in 1902 and completed by him in 1908
august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street
Can't believe it's already August. I start college in only 11 days (on the 14th), and I'm turning 19 on the 16th omg
Last night I dreamt one of my friends took me to a rave that was in a field, to get there we had walk thru some woods, and row thru a weird ass river. It turned out to be a wedding for some cats in black suits in a cathedral, everyone was dressed in white. During the after party my dad started blowing up my phone, which for some reason was a Casio (FX-991ESPLUS) calculator, "Where tf are you? Come back here or you're dead!" in Spanish. I said bye to my friends and now had to row back by myself. On the way the river transforms into some river of Styx shit. It was now an offsetting bayou, the wind through the branches sounded like whispers and groans and crocodiles eyes glowing back at me in the dark. Then the abandoned building we had walked through turned out to be a convent turned into a mental asylum which burned down, which I knew from weird flashbacks. One of the tubs that they did the water therapy torture in started to over flow with blood. The building started closing in on me and crumbling and the spirits wouldn't let me leave, I felt like I was sinking into the floor, there was non stop screaming, the hallways would get longer as I would step forward. I tried taking my phone out, but I forgot it in the boat. I tried yelling for help but I couldn't make a noise. There was an old ouija board on the floor with the planchette moving by itself at an inhuman speed. There were a bunch of creepy dirty stuffed animals just hanging from the ceiling in the hall and they were all shaking their heads at me as if in a disappointment. Eventually a door opened, I ran through the woods and got home.
The moral of the story, don't go to places at night you can't uber out of
i cant wait to not live with my family anymore
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the feminine urge to get lost in your delusions and end up in a forest far from society and reality
you should stay real close to jesus