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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost

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_sweetladyk_ on twitter.
~Something in your eyes makes me realize
How strange it seems
Something in your smile could be up on trial
For broken dreams
You're counting all your sheep in disguise
Caught up in a world
Of lies
Everyone knows it
You've got
Ulterior motives
Tell me the truth-!~
Some people may find a quiet joy in peering down the mirror's silver muzzle. To find gazing back at them, a face devoid of their parents all too familiar features. But it very well may be-this private ritual, this quiet joy-is in itself, a hereditary practice.
So she said unto him, what her friend long forgot...
to live in dreams is despair, and heart I have not
But he could have sworn, if for an instant
perhaps a trick of the light
a glimmer of god grinning there
in the angel's
dark eyes
when i was born i refused to cry due to male socialization so the only way they could get trace amounts of oxygen into my lungs was via Camel Crush…. i only lived to be 4 years old but it was nuce
...For you see, there are angels don't quiet remember where they came from or where they are going. Like the fragments of a wonderful dream that slips away with the rising sun, they spend their days so utterly homesick. Sick with longing for what once was.
For that which never existed.
It is no surprise then,
that their hearts grow dull and heavy
as lead.
Expression sheet for the beautiful angel. She's the kind they send to salt the earth and weigh your heart against her perfect little feather. Unlike those other angels, you know? The ones with the riddles. Yeesh.
some doodles have escaped from the pit where i keep them. these escapees are relatively old...
its mostly the usual side eye at the usual suspects.
yuribus
j'ai adapté le texte "UN RÊVE" de Colette en court-métrage. bientôt il sera disponible pour tout le monde sur FRANCE TV. @martinbonnin aux manettes du colorscript.
Dear Casca? Deer Casca.....
Some Farnese x Casca?
My wives