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I am a dirty filthy creature that destroys when needed, and although I don't strike often I cannot ignore the fact I'm made out of toxic liquids that burn anything that gets close, as it's a cycle that cannot be broken in my case. I only stop stabbing when the screaming ceases and my hands and face are painted in a warm crimson red liquid. Your love is suspicious due to the fact I am unworthy of it, and from the fact there are plenty others like you that are made out of star dust and old constellations it's baffling that anything would reach for something so deadly. You'd truly wish to put yourself through emotional and psychological hell for the sake of this entity's presence? Perhaps you just feel bad. Or you believe you're lucky when it comes to gambling games. I'm not ungrateful of your affections but are you sure this is the thing you'd want to call your lover? I'm fine with games but if you truly feel something reconsidering would be your best option. I know you wish to bite my neck to taste what's inside of me but if I let you tear me apart the only thing you will find are the maggots and bugs consuming what's left of this mortal shell. You'll find that I was never pure, i was never anything but this empty shell. Would you still love me? Or would you turn to run? This body I drag around is made out of dirt and pieces of cloth and corpses of those I've hurt, the horrid scent that it carries can only be covered by bottles and bottles of cologne but the pain and agony will always remain potent. I don't want to add a piece of your pureness to my pile of filth even if I'd treasure that piece of you, realizing baring my teeth wasn't worth it before forgetting who you were and tossing it into the pile.
Dio’s finally learned to fear Jonathan’s indomitable battle spirit. But Jonathan, oh honey, you’ll never get up again 💧💧💧
hi i'm back and wow i am having all kinds of feelings
firstly
me and cesca are the biggest old farts around, we sat down for the entire lower than atlantis set and tried to shield our eyes from their blinding light show, and yep we didn't really do anything strenuous but that was enough exertion for us
the summer set were rly cute and aw they were an odd bunch but adorable. and man urgh do i ever mention how much i love all time low? i really do, i always forget how much i like them and how special they are to me until i see them play again slkjdghnsk. they played therapy and it was perfect and i almost welled up, like you don't even know what it means to finally hear that live ;u; and jack was such a cuuuutie patoootie he is an actual 5 year old and i want to cuddle and squish him forever
oh and yes band au inspiration did happen me and cesca exchanged knowing looks at appropriate things
well that's disappointing, no more poo oriented conversation.