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lone-nyctophile · 10 months
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My soul in crushing under the weight of the unrequited love I feel for hope.
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cybernovaa · 10 months
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badik2cbkw2 · 3 months
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So sad 😭, Tumb has deleted my last account without reason 😭
(He's like me, but not my art)
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theinvitedrider · 3 months
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psykopaths · 5 months
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keryahoraculi · 2 years
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By Katia Berestova
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thetunasworld · 4 months
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divine-feminines-blog · 11 months
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“No matter how much light I carry within me, there will always be times of feeling lost, being confused, seeking direction. It is the way of the human heart.”
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the-past-in-words · 23 days
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murkycrush · 1 year
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Iris Von Everec 🖤🌹 Support me on Ko-fi | Prints | Commissions 
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cybernovaa · 10 months
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bsymind · 9 months
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truth is, i spend all year impatiently waiting for summer, but it comes and goes like an interval between shows on a screen. it’s not where my life truly lies. my life is with the husky cold air of autumn and winter, where i belong amongst the melancholic trees and the wonderfully bitter coffee.
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apollolovescheesecak · 9 months
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fury and melancholy
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j0naki · 1 month
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mayexiled · 1 month
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"A child led, ghosts surrounding."
Just a character sketch that got out of hand.
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jack-spilledink · 2 months
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Sometimes I get upset about how many languages I will never be able to learn, and how many books I will never be able to read—how many songs I’ll never be able to hear; how many places I’ll never be able to go; how many foods I’ll never be able to taste; how many people I’ll never be able to meet;
How many memories I’ll never be able to make.
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