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[mariespooky]

Im gonna venture out and vist Wattpad. I haven't touched that website in a good five years!!

ill see if there are any Victor Gideon fics too!!

if not, hueuueu - ill make my own~

[theguildedtypewriter]

My OC Take Over: Revisit Part Deux

We had a rough weekend at my house. This left me to feel that Ursa and Maithe didn’t get the attention they deserved. So, shoot out some questions for Ursa, Maithe, or Miyu today. Miyu got a decent amount thanks to the ask game I posted and you can definitely use that as inspiration for the others too. 

Ask Me!

[loeyfenixedits]

Chanyeol Revist icons - Like and/or reblog if you save. - Dê like e/ou reblogue se salvou. Its a Beautiful man in the planet

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HAND PORN

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[sleepingwithinkink2-0]

"Draft Box Of Horrors"

I've been walking through the ruins,

staggering and tattered,

like a scarecrow ,

Tip toeing through the carnage,

of the mess I've created.

trying not to waken any unwanted silhouettes,

that still hibernating,

inside the cadavers,

that litter the streets like stray pieces of paper

there is beauty here,

I promise 

hidden in this bloodbath

if one knows the narrative.

splattered in

ink and blood.

I've been going through my draft box,

snapping the necks of ,

half finished poems,

bleeding secrets ,

from the corners of,

distraught mouths..

taking no hostages,

to let the past be forgotten,

on swollen,

maggot filled tongues..

perhaps I slipped into madness,

some where along my journey,

straying from the given  path,

others would say I woke up,

enlightenment at its finest

my hands stain crimson,

my withered body,

splattered with ink

a crazed scientist gone rogue

destroying what I brought into existence,

through many sleepless nights,

Cutting the skin off,

my memories,

Carving

And

Hacking off the best parts,

Stitching them into the fibers,

Of the paper's porcelain anatomy,

giving them life,

from the emotions that dripped from my finger tips. 

till what lays before you,

Master pieces

Of horrors

but no longer can I tolerate,

the abominations 

mass annihilation

Either way

Am I no better than my secret admirers,

devouring each poem,

as if it was a piece of steak

eating my flesh,

like cannibals 

my dreams,

Dripping from their chins.

Who will I be darling,

When I clear out the attic

And

Shut the lights off?

-Danny Sheehan