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[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[eleftheriiasmoved-blog]

I’M MOVING / STARTING FRESH for the 50th time dkfjs. NOW @ ELEFTHERIIAS AGAIN. FOLLOW ME THERE.

[lambsprout]

[aquailae-blog]

weepysheep:

“and the universe said…”

[kfdesr]

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Can’t Kill Us - The Glitch Mob

[amphxora]

do you ever just cry bc you have nothing else to do

[weekndupdate-deactivated2016110]

no glasses who dis

[sunny-deer]

[y-ureii]

[prcserpina]

we dress in blood, intestines wrapped around fists and  hearts tucked into waistbands; we carry bullets in our teeth and snap rib-cages in half to hold the shards between our knuckles, and  our lips are stained beyond recognition -  we’ve fucked too many demons to know the difference between right and wrong, but hell, that’s just the way we like it. we breathe with our mouths sealed against one another, warm the air with our tongues and shield our lungs from any daggers the stars might throw at us;  we swallow ichor from our veins and spit shooting stars from gold-edged liquor, wear crowns built from bones on our heads, and wherever we go, the nightmares follow, dragged by a rope around the neck. we will slit your throat and devour your smile. (run, while you still can.)

t.e. // we dress in blood and go out to kill kings (x)