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Monastery Courtyard in the Snow (Carl Friedrich Lessing, 1828-9)
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the idea of crucifixion has always been beautiful to me
i used to think it was artistic appreciation
i’ve learned it’s just a romantic, selfish form of escapism i fantasise about
cleansing myself of sin
i guess i feel there is no other way
i want to feel clean again
i can’t wash off your hate
you will never be satisfied until i’m gone and i don’t think i will be either
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they themselves are outsiders, the enemy, the prey. they’re a threat || made in abyss #5
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L̟̺͇O͇̗O̴̩͇̬̬̫̫̰K̩̘͍̪͓͍ ̟̬͕̀ ͜ ̢̮͎̦̞̯ ̵̹ ̨͉A͎Ṭ͓̤͚̫͉͚ ̮̼͖̘̻͙̗ MY̴̮̝̠ ̧̥̯̭̻F̤̹̦͈͕A̷̞̲̗̰C̯͚̺̀E̖̗͔
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