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i still hate y’all bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck y’all haters
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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New landscape I made.
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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i think people should talk more about the unique sense of hopelessness which stems from the realization that “help” in the form myth promised you does not exist; there is no help coming and you must create from scratch the tools that will dismantle (or at least diminish) your own suffering, and do this not once but every day for the rest of your life
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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"The smallest feline is a masterpiece" Leonardo Da Vinci
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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the internal tension between being a prickly judgemental cunt and someone who loves people to the point of tears has resulted in a maxim i like to call Everyone Is Beautiful and I Hate Them So Much
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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Make it stop
A love where our souls have not pushed on one another until their atoms merged and combined, will not do for me. I want the purity, the cleanse, to run my particles through a colander with theirs until only our best essence remains to sip. I want to do more than love, I want it to go beyond us, I want it to be eldritch and primordial and important, I want it to be fate. I know he lives in my empty mind and sings me thoughts to keep the aisle clear, for his silence is more brutally loud. I know I am with him when I am not. The air I try to breathe is heavy with his scent and passion, and when he does come we transcend our lungs. He is the weapon that wounds me and the wrap that encourages healing; he is the skin that regrows and the dead hills of a scar. I speak from his lips and write from his hand. Perhaps one day his tender guidance will lay me in the bed of another, bury me content in the life I did not want. But to love him is to love fate, and my trust roots there - if I ever walk away from you, please know that it's still your hand taking my temperature.
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undeadsomulo · 3 months
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i keep waking up with roaches in my mouth. i wish i knew if they were getting in or coming out.
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undeadsomulo · 4 months
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Enbaru River, Yamagata City, Japan // 癒しの自然風景 ♡
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undeadsomulo · 4 months
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undeadsomulo · 4 months
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baby sushi sploot
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undeadsomulo · 4 months
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Once I finish killing this guy the cycle of violence will be over, trust me guys
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undeadsomulo · 4 months
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