#epidromeas

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🎵 for epidromeas bc im not on the blog rn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnpjqrTIluw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxaW60I-hvA

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[[ @epidromeas is enabling my love of punk!bro

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THose eyes.

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fiery hot rage bird being

That’s cute.

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Dear Diary (only if its okay)

Send “Dear Diary” To randomly find My Muse’s diary or journal laying open on a random page written about Your Muse.

I don’t know why he loves me.

But I guess I’m grateful? There’s not a lot of people who do, so.

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dorian's a very unstable person, he's always so angry. even knowing that he could easily flip his shit if someone even breathed the wrong way, why do you love him??

Dorian himself covered this, so I’ll keep it short and quick.

He’s been through a shitload in his life. He’s importal, he’s bared so much pain in his entire life, so much shit that he has every right to be aggressive– even if he wasn’t Wrath, he has every right to flip his shit when he gets pissed. 

Honestly? He loves me. That’s all that matters to me. I love him because he gives enough shits to try and make me feel better when I feel like shit.

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🍂🍂

for every 🍂 I get, I’ll reveal one of the most important people in my muse’s life

dorian and normal barbie

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✯

8. Singing to them

Your fingers sting against a guitar, eyes narrowing thoughtfully and lips pressing together in thought while deep amber stares at the man sitting across from you. After a few seconds of consideration, a smile gently tugs up the corners of your lips, and your fingers begin to gently work at the strings. A melody, maybe a little bit off tune, squirms into the air, and his eyes draw to yours.

“Got a little soul, the world is a cold, cold place to be.” It’s a song that doesn’t quite fit with your heavy, mixed accent, but you think it fits the two of you in a pretty neat way. “Want a little warmth, but who’s gonna save a little warmth for me?” This time, you scoot in closer to your boyfriend’s body, leaning down and gently against him as your fingers dug unprofessionally into the taught nylon. 

We know the fire awaits unbelievers, all of the sinners the same.” You lean in close at this part, breath kissing his skin and a smile still gently baring itself to him. “Boy, you and I, will die unbelievers, bound to the tracks of the train.