eighteenevery socialite has the immense of a hermit—their boots beat the same dirt
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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new tattoos :D
some are done professionally the others are literally done by me with the needle on my bedroom floor lol
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& if i lived in a city for more than a month i’d probably shoot myself
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21st Of May 2025
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when i was a lil kid i thought these were the angels my nanna always told me were watching over me
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i only love the man who wants me to destruct myself so he can move on quicker
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i think being lonely as a child has made you a very good writer. the soap bars have contributed as well, i think
thank youuuu : D that is so kind <3
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On the most dew-rid morn of April,
I found myself, in pure agony—suffering
grievously upon beholding the noble beard of
every finely built man.
Id wade my way upon his life
and become theif to all he has learned
but I have only learned to beckon.
And as I lurch, I learn I cannot bear the grating
laced in the tar-black—denial.
I fight the right battle—approval,
but I lose & I reform.
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i think i need to be held & i don’t owe anything to anyone
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