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❝ i’m entering the ██████ realm do any of you need anything ? ❞
IF YOU SAY YOU GO TO DEPAUL I WILL LITERALLY FUCKING EXPLODE
WE GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL EDKHGSDLGKDS
@immutablethroes @bronzelostboy
P|st∅l guns awkwardly....
Heeeey...
please watch these videos i posted on twitter of why i love heather from silent hill 3
https://twitter.com/harpycall/status/955653700101529600
me: *sees the words “in the beginning”*
my brain: In the beginning, people had nothing.
Their bodies ached, and their hearts held nothing but hatred.
They fought endlessly, but death never came.
They despaired, stuck in the eternal quagmire.
A man offered a serpent to the sun and prayed for salvation.
A woman offered a reed to the sun and asked for joy.
Feeling pity for the sadness that had over run the earth,
God was born from those two people.
God made time and divided it into day and night.
God outlined the road to salvation and gave people joy.
And God took endless time away from the people.
God created beings to lead people in obedience to Her.
The red God, Xuchilbara, the yellow God, Lobsel Vith,
many Gods and angels.
Finally God set out to create Paradise, where people
would be happy just by being there.
But then God's strength ran out, and she collapsed.
All the world's people grieved this unfortunate event,
yet God breathed Her last.
She returned to the dust, promising to come again.
So God hasn't been lost.
We must offer our prayers and not forget our faith.
We wait in hope for the day when the Path to Paradise
will be opened.
me: okay yea thanks
*watching tge in water ending* *starts actually sobbing*
its almost 3:30am, james sunderland is hot, and im crying because im listening to a loop of the song tht plays when mary gives james the letter at the end of sh2