I've lost control.
The blood is smeared everywhere, a vibrant red covers the floor, the tiled walls, the skin, my hands- wait, my- my hands?
I lost control.
I can scrub the crimson ink that proves me guilty but when I turn back, it's like I never tried to hide it.
My hands will begin to peel if I keep washing and rinsing, the water is never clear.
I will never admit. I can't.
I didn't mean too, please believe me.
I never meant for it to go this far. I didn't want it to end like this.
I am not in control.
I've lost control.
The blood still soaks my hands, everything I touch gets covered and yet I still can't clean it.
No one can see it, it's invisible to them. They don't know.
It haunts me, torments me, tortures me. Theres no escape, it's there when my eyes are open and it's there when my eyes are closed.
I don't have control.
I've fallen victim to the hands of guilt.
-Owl.
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so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie
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Kind of crazy how much more interesting and beautiful real life caves are than most caves in video games. Never really seen em capture the diversity and composition it’s always just rock tubes connecting rock rooms with Sum glowing ass crystals
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Do you follow back on insta?
Not always!
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I... don't know why ;-; but i feel burnedout EVEN though! I DID NOTHING!
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Does reading Revenge of the Sith at red lights count as distracted driving?
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Paracelsus isn't a "show-off" kind of guy... A.B.A won't complain, she likes it that way. 💚
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