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Kaledo Art
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we're not kids anymore.
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
RMH
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Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature

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Xuebing Du
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Product Placement
Not today Justin
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@just-devil
I was 12 thinking about killing myself. I am 21, still thinking about killing myself.
(via sa-dnesss)
after lots of research and googling, I’ve determined that the cause of my symptoms are that I have a brain
Corpse: Life keeps fucking me, and I can't remember the safe word.
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“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and that is something nobody ever tells you when you are young.”
~ Unknown
Corpse: Yeah, sex is cool, but have you ever had mental stability for 48 hours?
Valkyrae:
Corpse:
Valkyrae: You doing alright, buddy?
Corpse: Absolutely not! Thanks for asking.
“It’s sad, isn’t it? You grow up thinking that love is some wonderful force that will somehow fix everything wrong in the world. You were taught fairytales and happily ever after’s and about princes and princesses. But no one ever told you that love hurts more often than not. No one tells you the pain of unrequited love or the crying at three in the morning, wondering why you weren’t enough. No one told you the harsh reality of letting go when all you wanted to do was hold on. No one told you the absolute torture of watching someone slowly fall out of love with you. Because no one wants to admit that something that was thought to be so beautiful could go so wrong.”
— The Poetic Boy
soliloquy of the solipsist, sylvia plath