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Artist kinda|| write sometimes|| open for any new stuff|| im so gonna regret this later

[lucky-charms3]

Okay so what if I told you I actually did check both directions before crossing the street, but then I got hit by a plane. Like give me a break

[riotd]

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

[academic-vampire]

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢

[johnny-depp-is-loved]

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[hamzakamehroomkurta]

bring back dim lit cafés with 90s rock playing in the background

[museify]

[veryluckyclovers]

[oncce-againn]

My alone time is for everyone’s safety

[grabmy-bat]

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Blame

[cemeteryplots]

Hunger

a gluttonous greed from deep within

never full enough, never skinny enough, never pretty enough, never drunk enough, never high enough, never rich enough.

consumption is the only thing thats ever come naturally to me.

a leech, a parasite, a vampire,

draining the life from whatever i can grasp.

everything ive ever loved has left with teeth marks.

[frothingatthemaw]

CAN ANY OF YOU HEAR ME!!!!!

[cruelyear]

it's not looking good, but did it ever?

[swagvo1d]

[lucky-charms3]

At the end of the day it’s your coffee with a peanut butter toast and your favorite TV show at 2 a.m.

[lucky-charms3]

The lion lwk does concern themselves a little bit

[thestarofsirius]

when evan died, it was like barty had lost his whole world. but so much worse.

evan died and it was like that feeling when you speak to your childhood best friend for the last time and you know, in that moment, that you’ll never speak to each other again.

barty never spoke again.

evan died and it was like that feeling when you come last in a competition that you tried really hard to win and you know, in that moment, that you’ll never try that hard again.

barty never tried for anyone again.

evan died and it was like that feeling when you leave home for the first time and you’re just suffocated by this independence that you’re not really sure you wanted, and the crushing feeling that you can’t go back.

barty never had a home again.

barty never lived again, because evan was his life, his light, and his reason for living all rolled into one. he may have survived, but barty never lived again.