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GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING , we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine. we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club. our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink. we dance in golden tesserae , legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes. we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet. we are abandoned , in love with our gore. the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in , to let the lions in.
GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING , we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine. we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club. our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink. we dance in golden tesserae , legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes. we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet. we are abandoned , in love with our gore. the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in , to let the lions in.
GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING , we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine. we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club. our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink. we dance in golden tesserae , legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes. we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet. we are abandoned , in love with our gore. the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in , to let the lions in.
GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING , we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine. we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club. our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink. we dance in golden tesserae , legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes. we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet. we are abandoned , in love with our gore. the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in , to let the lions in.
GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING , we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine. we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club. our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink. we dance in golden tesserae , legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes. we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet. we are abandoned , in love with our gore. the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in , to let the lions in.
GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING , we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine. we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club. our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink. we dance in golden tesserae , legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes. we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet. we are abandoned , in love with our gore. the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in , to let the lions in.
I SCREAMED SO LOUD BUT , NO ONE HEARD A THING.
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catch me at @girlomen ♥
could y’all do me a favour and give this a like if you’re actually interested in writing / plotting / developing your muse with lydia ? cause idk part of the reason why i’m moving blogs is purely cause it feels like people don’t actually wanna write with me ? idk !!
today on : i can’t find a psd that i like , the constant struggle !
could y’all do me a favour and give this a like if you’re actually interested in writing / plotting / developing your muse with lydia ? cause idk part of the reason why i’m moving blogs is purely cause it feels like people don’t actually wanna write with me ? idk !!
lydia’s new blog is almost all set up ---- i have a few pages to do / actually setlle on a psd * & icon style bc yikes !! but imma head to mobile * & stalk pinterest / insta etc for a while so i’ll still be floating !!
IF I CAN NOT BEND HEAVEN / I WILL RAISE HELL *
so call it want you want, yeah
Cheryl Blossom in Chapter 17: The Town That Dreaded Sundown
