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And you're worth it. Maybe. I'll decide. Or my little gun.
+ bonus (right from my melting brain cells)
My noon's my mornin :)
If Night got therapy at a younger age hed be the exact same as Xisuma just more tired send tweet
~Ollie
the next chapter will be uploaded
tomorrow, aka sunday. im tired. here, have some memes
whoops i dropped these
So i love reol, and this is my favorite song of hers, and of course I gotta finally read the lyrics and relate it to my girl, reina
It seems I have gotten used to just living a dream I haven’t had a place to return home in so long, it seems I leap two steps a time with my own two legs And because it looked like I’d keep going from there, I ran away
Seeping up my deepening wound The paths are connecting and spinning ‘round The pain and the beat, the hurried breathes- I’m used to it I pretended like I didn’t notice and again I was alone
I’ve got zero points and offer up my idea But no matter what I can’t get my reasoning through The starting line was here all along And we never had a good plan, even from the start
Slowly and gently, it crumbles and breaks Wrap it slowly around my neck til I can’t breathe And the me from yesterday was killed Slowly and gently, our scattered ennui When I hear you speak so unethically It turns to a voice I don’t know
Childish as I was, When I came to realize you were there It was as natural as the air itself And I would tightly grasp your hand Of the happy and the tearful, I would talk and tell you all And the horrible voices that would laugh at me You would sing as if to tune them out.
Those voices echo like radio I still tune in every night, no matter how painful. Throw it out, I’d say, Get the hell out, oh it won’t stop, hi-fi, zeitgeist
When will this ever reach you? No, that time will never come, will it? With neither voice nor body [I’m just one out of a million you saved.]
The red and blue mix together...