He’s reading fnaf lore
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He’s reading fnaf lore
southeastern gothic.
the humidity swallows you hole. that eerie feeling of being watched. tornado and amber alerts jerk you out of your zoned-out state. mindlessly staring at a pair of vultures devouring roadkill on the blood-stained, broken concrete. worn down, steel toed boots scrap against the sidewalk near a pentecostal church as a rackety, mufflerless pick-up truck shambles past you. it leaves a foul, smokey cloud of oil and gasoline in its wake and you hack out a fit of coughs as it forces its way down your lungs. you wipe the swelling tears from your eyes as you catch your breath, your ears ring from the roaring engine. the familiar dreadful uncertainty of ever getting out of this town crosses your mind again
Soft butch that bakes, and gives the biggest, warmest hugs you can imagine. Official cool cat aunt that looks like they could snap you in half, but gives you a blanket and cup of tea instead.
Tough femme that does woodworking for fun and will destroy anything that threatens you. Dares you to watch scary movies, but gives you content warnings first. Tells you how to escape a muderer or get out of a cult.
💖 !!
honey, city parks, soft features, golden hour, mom jeans, ukuleles, freshly baked cookies, paperback books, late summer, polaroids, blanket forts & velvet scrunchies.
(sorry it took so long to respond)!!
Picture me, an odd blob of a criptid, dancing to Tom Waits along railroad tracks and screaming at passing cars about the end of the world. This is just me in general, if you were wondering.
Eiver for the name ask thing !!!
long car rides, denim jackets, cloudy days, vinyl records, big smiles, pencil shavings, stargazing alone, eighties’ music, the smell of coffee, neon lights & checkered vans
For the ask thing umm... My name is Adrien
high-waisted jeans, quiet voice, pressing flowers in books, sparkling eyes, photography, worn out converse, fields of grass, road trips + the smell of rain.
Nice and pretty with an edge
omg yes i luv this