ResRerum

self-taught artist | 22 lvl, she/her

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I've heard, your vicious words You know by now, it takes a lot to see me hurt And I couldn't take it any other way But there's a price I have to pay

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You know what would happen if he found you, Dirtamen. You know and you're still in full flight as if this is your purpose and reason for such ridiculous painstaking care of nameless carcasses. This faith through the sweetness of its song closes your eyes to the verity - cold mind of yours has never failed you.

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Wounds are Shadows are secretly sudden Makes them disappear now It feels so good somehow

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The armor was warm. It was alive. It was separate. It was foreign. Shame manifested itself as patches of coldness on the skin. It was stuffy. The feelings entwined into a tight  tangle are stuck somewhere in the throat, a cry that would never be heard. The heart was fluttering like a bird in the chest, listening to the voice, tearing at the bones with careless attempts to escape. To run away. The affectionate words left a mark on the back of her mind, which she could no longer control. He says you haven't done enough. Not enough.

The spacious hall was oppressive with its grandeur, that patronizing smirk of his, making a sense of lowliness of you under it. She lowered her gaze, her fingers flexing too nervously for such a simple offense. Guilty. Her lips uttered a murmur of contrition, barely conscious of the situation. The voice came out heavy, as if he had wrapped his arms around her slender neck. Charming Ugh, I'm not sure exactly how to translate this part.

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Commision

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I'll run out, throw the body into the street. Wild, distraught, lashed by despair. Don't let this happen, dear, dearest, let's farewell now.

I know, my love, it's a heavy burden and weighs you down wherever you run. Let me at least cry out the bitter of resentful complaints in the last cry.

I won't throw myself down in the stair-well - nor drink poison nor press the trigger to my temple. No blade sway over me, but your glance. Tomorrow you will have forgotten that I crowned you, that I burned out a blossoming soul with my love, and the whirling carnival of trivial days will ruffle my books...

Vladimir Mayakovsky - Lilichka!

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Be in a rage, little moon, for it becomes you Doubt, for doubt may lead you to me. And I will embrace you, even if you cannot embrace yourself. I shall give what you are deserve

Yet now I must be harsh with you Though I do not believe it can harm upon you The same cannot be said about your beloved pride

Now open it. We need to cauterize it

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I could be the hangman

And you could be my rope

Words are left unspoken

As our opposites attract

Both of us are broken

And we both ignore the fact

We're almost perfect

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Then the serpent And the wolf The thurses Of fire They will fight They will fall Find their end for all times

Then the gods And the dead And the timid And the brave They will fight They will fall Find their end for all times

The concept of clothing

[rdehed24]

I need money, so I'm opening quick commissions. Write to me here or via email. [email protected] info Feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

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Für dich verlier' ich mich Auf dem weg zur ewigkeit

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Let's try to forget That we are ill, About the irreparable, the incurable, About what we can't Speak aloud until the very end About what we haven't been able to say out loud to the end Let's try to breathe At the same moment And be a continuation And a reflection of each other Over the abyss of separation