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photos from one of my dad’s old hunting books that i used to flip through as a kid

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I'm pretty when I cry

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i like the genre of animal photos where you can tell they just dipped their face into a carcass and they dont even care (artistic interpretation)

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Clothing by Nussy Andrews

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“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

me when im slightly interested in someone:

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that last moment

what had been shared between the three of us, was simple, but the two of us couldn’t have thought it would be the last. how could the future affect a past memory? the three of us were happy, it was perfect. what was once a small, beautiful memory, grows tainted; bittersweet.

the one who lead the trail, despite being so young, will live in multiple’s memory until the end of continuity.

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strewn across a thin line

the moment it set in, i felt pins prickle underneath my skin. my brain halted, picking up signals of distress that shouldn’t be felt. not yet. the first question i ask, is “what?”, i wanted to ask why.. how, when, where.. but a mere what escaped my froze lips. frozen, completely and utterly frozen. the heat was building up, and i cracked; my shell had been shattered. what was left of me was a soul begging for another’s return.

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one of many grievances

the pain is there

its knocking on your door

you feel it coming, but you’re not ready

you were never ready

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handmaiden

i shall bear the burden of tearing the cruelty out of me and wringing the malevolence into the riverbank

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Fragments of Horror ("Dissection Girl") // Junji Ito