death had me by the neck whispering sweetly in my ear how warm it is to have an early grave

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death had me by the neck whispering sweetly in my ear how warm it is to have an early grave
gunpowder in your breathe mixed with smoke, cheap nicotine it invites me, this alluring breeze and of your lips i take a piece
I will be silent and I will be still
I don’t want to show you any pictures of the dirt from the kitchen. I already suspect masturbation from the spacebar. this is going to move a mountain into my path. I am going to choke to death on the stage. and if they then find me, it will be limeslights not sunshine. this whole time it’s been about something else. there is only space because of the glass at the window. there is only SPACE because there are an innumerable number of stars in the unforgiving darkness.
I can see everything if I look hard enough. but it does not absolve me. but in the fissure I can spot it drifting, knowing soon the hands of 1,000 monsters will come through it for me. but I will be silent, and I will be still. thinking ‘it could be better at the bottom of the cliff, in the grass and flowers demolished.’ I could go back to being one with it all. the gift is the darkness.
i identify as a based space goddess.
Bae, based in space. SpACE, babe, we carry spades.
Bby, Bae aint spacy but she based, god, oh lord is she based.
Based, basic bitches want gucci gucci.
We is all gucci, bae, but i want Louis.
Louis Louis, I would compromise for Prada.
Devils and demons alike, she'll eat you alive.
This broadcast brough to you by Beauty, by H.P. Lovecraft; the letter B, and the Orion Nebula.
Time flies.
Hunny, not whine.
But i dont need more fruit flies
feasting upon my eyes.
Shot on sight, bitch.
I dont give a singular flying fuck.
and there aint two fucks between us, so
I guess we just aint compatible.
i had 666 followers a few days ago...
ah, my power is diminishing, my spell is breaking. lmfao, is it bc I stopped SIMPLY regurgitating EVERYONEs words, and began writing my own? Im just a silly ass dude, gettin wicked in the paradox.
Need a Pair O' Dimes, O' malleable brother of mine?
Maleate, malware.
Autocorrect got mE FUCKED Up.
All my haters? Burnttttttttttt up!
MY DRAGON N MEEEEEEEEEEEE
TURNT UP.
Draco Dormiens NunQuam TiTiLlandIs, babes.
Nu.N.\xiii.
oooo POEM wow MENTION HELL YEAH THATS AWESOME!! ill read it later tho, I’m p busy today. :/ HAVE A GOOD DAY, SUNFLOWER! oh also tell me about the difference btw green and purple
Green is a Nymph in a forest, frolicking about a meadow and enjoying sunshine. It is often paired with bronze, browns, and golds. Warm and comforting, like a big sweater in a cabin. Maybe a little snowy, or rainy, and usually includes animal friends. Winter Kitty, a perfume based on the scent of brisk winds, forests, and little kittens adventuring out in the wild comes to mind. But in warmer weather, Green smells like pine, mint, eucalyptus, sun baked hay and grass, and like sweet/slightly musky smells like lowkey BO with soft vanillas, and a little spattering of violet and sandalwood. Green, like trees and grass and the little joys of the world that we don’t see in cities. Appalachian mountain trails, the smell of dirt and towering trees whispering in breezes. Green, like money, but not driven by endless greed and idiocy. Green, like marijuana, but not a mindless stoner who smokes and then spends all their green at mcdonalds. Green, like a big salad with all of the goddamn fixin’s and Green like Beautiful Meadows with Willows and Magnolias and Cedars, when you spend your money on trees, good food, and creating a happy environment. My eyes are green. Tbh, i love them a lot.
Purple has many connotations, depending on the shade. Purple can be very cold, but in the best ways. It ices and cools, like blue and cold tone colors, but it has enough of the red influence to keep it from being stagnant, like blue can get. Blue, like tumblr and facebook and twitter all get rather.. ubiquitous, sometimes. More of a background color, than a centerpiece or accent. Blue like the ocean or seaside or sky, but the ocean here is grey and the sky, usually overcast. Purple, however, comes during sunsets, and a lovely shade of lilac becomes the backdrop of heavily stylised and super femme indie movies, or perhaps a pure purple with a whole lot of white becomes a pastel dream, in which soft shades and hues gently hug ur corneas, instead of assaulting, like red. Red is STOP or PASSION or FIRE and Brimstone, but purple is smack in the middle of the calm ocean of boredom that is blue, and the turbulent storm that is Red. Purple is Her Bitterness Ice Queen Frenchie French, Royalty, but an equal opportunity provider for a place in her court. An elf queen, fair but stern. Or perhaps, a darker, vampier witch who prefers to work light magic, but scares off the assholes. Purple and Pink go together quite often, creating a darker version of Princess Bubblegum (aka Bubblegum Femme) but not quite as dark as Marceline, vampires, and burgundy.
I was burgundy for a few days, its very warm and smells like chocolate, cuddles, and lesbian sex. None of that grody testosterone getting in the way, ya kno? Its also quite witchy and vampiric, Femme Fatale, Vixens, and dangerous seduction. Dry Martini’s, Gucci Guilty Black, rich and luxurious but quite abrasive to anyone who is not on the same vibrational plane. Hecate and Persephone, usually. Darkness, from staring into the abyss and walking straight through it without a hint of fear. But, a big smile, because joy in the face of such pain terrifies most people more than the concept of said pain itself. Burgundy is death, but a mistress who parades death about the town and refuses to apologize for her pet’s needs. A demon, perhaps the Queen of Hell, Hades’ consort and lady lover, who “works” for him in the mortal realms simply because she cannot join him yet, ya kno? Pluto, Hades, Morpheous, they are all blues with black and dark shades. Burgundy is the very alive, vivacious, vampiric vendetta of the Underworld inhabitant forced to remain above ground. Sadly, Burgundy is scary for most people, especially my girlfriend. Burgundy and Purples are quite similar, but Purple is a bit more pastel femme, gentler than the dark reds, but more severe and critical than pastel pinks and whites. Burgundy usually pairs with black, Demon by C-Reezy *album* and witchcraft of the “burned at the stake” variety.
Purple goes with silvers, pale blues, icy cool tones. Athena, Ravenclaw, and Diane, but a bit more.. vain and self absorbed. Ethereal, of the clouds and could’s, realms yet unexplored but quite appealing. Pastel purples, with pink clouds and rainbows usually comes with lightning and thunder, because my thighs are too glorious to not clap when i walk. Purple is nebulous, ethereal, and so unconcerned with such mortal trivialities that it effectively ices out any beggars and stragglers unwilling to pull their weight in a relationship.
Have a good dae, fae, darin’ darlin <3 Sunflower is a v cute nickname, i love it <3333333333333
Venus. The Roman goddess, a NuN. NU, new, age.
The sluts prayer goes deeper than nuns say. I am ACE, in spAce. But.... forreal we are all just beautiful beings of light trapped in vessels unworthy of our divine glory. I'm still pansexual. 3000000% blind to anything but how golden one's soul is.
I stay stylishly silver, in the solars with silvanus sly slytherin the silver mage and Andromida.
--S. Nebulosa. M>M.--