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INACTIVE. MOVED.
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Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
Nero has now been moved. This blog is now inactive. Relationships and such have moved to new blog.
The only thing stronger then Vergil is a Nokia phone
Concept. The entire Sparda line is lactose intolerant
heβs helping dante beat kirby
you, barefoot, in the empty house you grew up in. cold december air, damp floor, the smell of elementary school.
you, barefoot, walking towards your childhood bedroom. door ajar, and the sound of shifting (papers shuffling? clothes being moved?).
tentative steps and the door creaking open as you walk in. see old, dry blood soaked into the mattress, see yourself, curled up, festering, on top of it.
your best friend from 5 years ago is never coming back. the backlight hits the silhouette so beautifully, stark against the darkness, but you have to look away.
because the path behind you has crumbled, the sun is really setting this time. and no one can help you because theyβve all forgotten your name.
Itβs 2 am and theyβre just chillinβ while Hozier playing in the background probably
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