#supernovae_dfg

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" ибо я не надеюсь вернуться... "

supernovae_dfg x 2021 x printed in blood x Unreleased

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the blood that's left inside my heart

is not enough to keep me warm

supernovae_dfg x coloursinthedark x 2021 x fragments

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/“ måneformørkelsen” / vol. II

does a heart pump blood as it pumps love?

supernovae_dfg x 2021 x october x hannibal

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"как держаться за руки"

“ Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine. A possession for all time ”,

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Supernovae_dfg x 2021 x colours in the dark

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Guaranteed I can blow your mind, mwah

supernovae_dfg x 2021 x

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“ måneformørkelsen” x “ the Scarlet Veil” / 2021

/down the river, make my heart stop beating

Can you hear the sound of them underground?

All my hurt is on the inside wailing, inside wailing, inside wailing, inside wailing /

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/I'm waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away /

Supernovae_dfg x june x 2021

[supernovae-dfg]

The bees build in the crevices

Of loosening masonry, and there

The mother birds bring grubs and flies.

My wall is loosening; honey-bees,

Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We are closed in, and the key is turned

On our uncertainty; somewhere

A man is killed, or a house burned.

Yet no clear fact to be discerned:

Come build in the empty house of the stare.

A barricade of stone or of wood;

Some fourteen days of civil war:

Last night they trundled down the road

That dead young soldier in his blood:

Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We had fed the heart on fantasies,

The heart’s grown brutal from the fare,

More substance in our enmities

Than in our love; O honey-bees,

Come build in the empty house of the stare...

— William Butler Yeats ©

Supernovae_dfg x 2021 x