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hey yâall iâm moving mag over to my multi so. yeah
hey yâall iâm moving mag over to my multi so. yeah
hey yâall iâm moving mag over to my multi so. yeah
hey yâall iâm moving mag over to my multi so. yeah
THINGS ARE ALWAYS BEING DESTROYED VERY SLOWLY. yes, even you, those soft lines forming where you smile or squint. the fruit isnât left out, but still it rots: the apple browns and sours, loses crispness. the fallen leaves lose crispness, too, from the days of rain forever in front of us now that SUMMER SEEMS LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE MEMORY.Â
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hey yâall iâm moving mag over to my multi so. yeah
hey yâall iâm moving mag over to my multi so. yeah
THINGS ARE ALWAYS BEING DESTROYED VERY SLOWLY. yes, even you, those soft lines forming where you smile or squint. the fruit isnât left out, but still it rots: the apple browns and sours, loses crispness. the fallen leaves lose crispness, too, from the days of rain forever in front of us now that SUMMER SEEMS LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE MEMORY.Â
by nora / ©
if u arenât following my multi ur Fake
THINGS ARE ALWAYS BEING DESTROYED VERY SLOWLY. yes, even you, those soft lines forming where you smile or squint. the fruit isnât left out, but still it rots: the apple browns and sours, loses crispness. the fallen leaves lose crispness, too, from the days of rain forever in front of us now that SUMMER SEEMS LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE MEMORY.Â
by nora / ©
also happy pride month mag is agender and r.ick can kiss my ass
ur fake if u donât follow my multi
someone: i have a great relationship w my dad heâs my hero and has always been in my life!!
me:
MY NERVES HOWL & rattle their chains. bravery screams, âwhere did the world go when our fathers lost their youth? i will not give it up. not until my hands ROT from wanting.âÂ
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if u donât follow my new ocs ur noraphobic