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Stranger Things
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Game of Thrones Daily
Not today Justin
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Claire Keane
roma★
Misplaced Lens Cap
hello vonnie
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@xer0chance
Writhing in bed as if im being exorcised,
with acid brewing in my lower body.
I can hear nothing but the ringing screams of a crowd
right upon my ears.
Angrily shouting unsettling things at me.
I know they want me dead.
Someone is forcingly grabbing me by the neck
and holding me up to a sliced open body.
Stem to stern, all spilled out.
And making me observe every minute detail of this disfigured human being,
which looks oddly similar to myself.
My arms are still stretched reaching for you
The aftermath, the silence that is heard at home,
the traces that you left and let lost
And your absence feels like the sunset
When the sun beams that crash in through the windows
Slowly but surely disappear
And overhead lights forcibly light the scene
Heaven knows we shine when we’re besides each other
But i cry whenever a good omen blesses me
Today i sleep with your shirt
Cause you’re angry at me and you want it back
But to smell your scent in my sleep just one more time
Would give back the faith that i once had and had lost
Now every time that i see you i shiver
Its like something comforting and quiet
Morphed into some other thing that’s plain violent
Like innocence lost
I purposefully turned you into an unsettling thought
Sex to me right now is repulsive
And the inherently sexual nature of the human being
Makes me fear that i’ll be destined to aimlessly wander through so many doors
But never purposefully through yours
Like a villain in some old film
I can see you ever so clearly walking in your long black coat
And i notice in this timeline you’re facing away from me, as the black in the back of your coat is colored in the same tone as the petrol i drenched you in
Oh how i yearn to share this blood stained screen of mine with you
But to know that there’s no point in doing so
Makes me want to patch up this wound and open it up simultaneously
Your keys are still hanging beside my door waiting for you to pick them up
And i empathize with them
As i share their same wish, hanging from a noose while looking down with shame
My good omen, my eight ball
I write this letter to you in the deepest, darkest hours of my journey
I fear ending it will seal my fate
But for now, i send it your way
And with every aching part of my being
I hope
It finds
You
Happy anniversary
La hora de las sombras largas
La pared blanca y fría,
manchada con sangre de hace un par de horas.
Estoy sentado contra ella.
Sentado, sangrando hace un par de horas.
El reloj corre
y me acuerdo de cómo me choqué contra la pared,
hace un par de horas,
y sigo sangrando.
Soy un ser grotesco
e indigno e impuro.
Si un buen augurio se cruza en mi camino
me aferro a tal hasta que me arruino,
mi cabeza se erosiona rapidamente,
Al dejarlo ir con verguenza me ilumino.
La hora de las sombras largas.
Tengo miedo
de la luz que obstruye mi cuerpo.
La oscuridad que su forma crea
es terrorificamente similar a la forma que yo veo.
I paint a mugshot of myself
With the blood from all the cuts i made
And the image becomes my face
It stares back at me with rage
I keep your lips between my knuckles
I am violent and ablaze
Maté a alguien
Y cuando lo maté no lo miré
No miré en sus ojos
Llenos de lagrimas
y de historias
De emociones
De broncas
Y de rencores
Maté a alguien
Y después como si fuera sorpresa
Pedí perdon
Pedí piedad
Pedí por mi
Pedí por el asesino
Pedí por un crimen
Y no por el muerto
Sentí una chispa entre nosotros
Y yo soy pirómano
La chispa encendió tan rapido
Que incendió todos mis alrededores
Y tus alrededores
Tan rápido
Y pedí perdon
Pedí piedad
Pedí por mi
Pedí por el asesino
Y también pedí por el muerto
Y también pedí por el muerto
Y también pedí por el muerto
Perdí perdon
Perdí piedad
Bitácora de una ruleta de emociones (la adrenalina del azar y el miedo de la incertidumbre).
La pongo en marcha y dejo que elija
Me agarro fuerte y cierro los ojos
Me aguanto el terremoto y todo de todo
Me desarmo, se me caen los brazos
Se caen al piso, mis brazos de papel
Y mis lagrimas son timidas,
No salen por los ojos,
Salen por la boca
Empapan mis brazos y los desarman
La adrenalina del azar y el miedo de la incertidumbre
Hoy mire porno y pense en vos,
hoy hablamos y se me oscureció el pecho sin vos
La adrenalina del azar y el miedo de la incertidumbre
El jueves me comi el mundo y me converti en un mito
El viernes me cai al piso y llore a gritos
La adrenalina del azar y el miedo de la incertidumbre
Anteayer cante una serenata
Ayer temble de miedo porque senti que me esfumaba
La adrenalina del azar y el miedo de la incertidumbre
La adrenalina del azar ynel medio de la fincrertidumbre
Estoy cansado del viento
Ls sadeenlaina flet axar y el meiiefo de lanicnreitidynvee
Lajdhajfkkfkfkkjfhhhh
In my head we’re in the garden
In the garden of eden
You and me
Our naked bodies and the thorns and the roses curling all around our boides
Dancing in circles
Looking defiant in the eyes of each other
Your body glows
12 April 2022, 11:06
Have you ever thought about the silence in the morning city?
The immediate silence amongst the people.
You can only hear cars passing by
and people walking by.
Some even walk in groups but don’t say a word.
A place full of bombs and fireworks inside everyone’s head,
or even a world vacant of any thought or feeling.
There you go in your car,
your car is in front of mine.
We drive by for a while, sometimes even racing each other.
But from inside, we hear the radio,
or the music we’re playing,
but never our voices.
And even when we park and step outside,
all we can hear is the silence,
the silence in the morning city
13 April 2022, 18:24
Widdle dice
I really wanna get drunk as balls and have violent sex, can covid please go away
rb this with the 69th song on your spotify top 100 playlist 😏
I really wanna get stoned as balls and make love
I made myself into a punk poster
thinkin bout her<3
My quarantine routine✨💫
7:00 I woke up
7:30 I made my bed
8:00 I'll lie in it
8:40 I made my bed
9:00 I'll die in it
9:15 My friend
im so sad im so so so fucking sad i really dont know how much longer imma be able to live like this ill probably kill myself in my twenties or something
my only man<<3
