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[swyncl-blog]

obliiitus:

“ i do the same thing. ”

             ❝ then it seems we will get along famously. ❞

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darkxfthemoon:

   “no, but it keeps their memory alive.”

            ❝ if the DEAD must rely on the negative emotions of the LIVING, they               did everything WRONG. legacy. that is what keeps you alive. your               ACHIEVEMENTS. your accomplishments. ❞

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invisibcnes:

      ❝ Prove that I’m serious? ❞

                   ❝ i apologize, i didn’t realize it was                             that difficult of a request to understand. ❞

[swyncl-blog]

ofviolentdeath:

     “Hmm. Why should I?”

              ❝ then i shall leave. find another ghost to do your bidding. ❞

[swyncl-blog]

that moment when you want to change your major for the FOURTH time.

kill me

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hellomslucy:

☽ — ☾ “Don’t be so dramatic. ”

          ❝ oh? apologies --- i did not mean             to say that out loud. ❞

[hellomslucy-blog]

                       ❝ ARE YOU A GOOD WITCH?

                                OR A BAD WITCH? ❞

[swyncl-blog]

@hellomslucy​ ||  send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.

            ❝ life can be such overdose. ❞

[sandcvstles]

send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.

numbers: ( 1 - 200 ) link to generator: here content: assorted lyrics ( feel free to change pronouns ) inspired by: here warnings: mild profanity

Keep reading

[wentmia-blog]

musxng.

I w a r n e d you I TOLD you there would be CONSEQUENCES oh yes, I am angry, and YOU are going to feel the repercussions and the entire time, you will know that it is your OWN FAULT.

[swyncl-blog]

                ❝ ----- ...... ❞

                ❝ was that so bad? ❞

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@milisism || liked

               ❝ what are you saying? ❞

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@sedeciim || liked

          ❝ is this yours? ❞

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@incantatrx || liked

           ❝ you are still here. ❞

[butterflyfangs-deactivated20160]

i died watching the very thing i loved. butterflies. fifty or more monarchs fluttering around my head as i was sucked dry in their warm little home.

                          when i woke, they’d all but died. 

                                             my only form of hope was the giant nest in the corner that                                              i knew would thrive with life again. just as i would in the coming                                              years of my un-death.