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lt-wolfpack · 3 months

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#thin blue line #law enforcement #sheriff #police #night shift #thin gray line #thin gold line #brotherhood #lawenforcement #back the blue #skull collecting #skulldesign #skullart #skull

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mr-van-kandi · 1 year

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Skull necklace ( a little messed up lolz)

#skulldesign #skullart #my kandi #kandicore #kandi raver #kandi #kandi beads #kandi ideas #kandi kid #kandi necklace #emo scene #scene kid #alternative #yipeeee

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weirdpngs · 4 months

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#skull aesthetic #skulldesign #skull #png #random pngs #transparent png #transparent background #random #transparent #pngs #weird png #antique #antique finds

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skullpot · 2 years

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#skull aesthetic #skull #skullart #skulldesign #skulldecor #toilet play

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iamcri · 1 year

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#pastel goth style #pastel goth #pastel pink #pastel #goth girl #gothique #skullgirls #skull #skulls #skulldesign #crystals

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darkd3sir3s · 2 years

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🤘🏼

#aesthetic #blondie #girls with tattoos #me #myself #current mood #tshirt #ask me anything #fuck it #tanned #tattoed girls #skulldesign #my pics #txt

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hailieshapedbox · 1 year

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see no evil hear no evil speak no evil

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steelhipdesign · 2 years

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Yay! Here is the promised video of skulluminati. See more photos in the previous post.

The magnet set in the adjustable ring turns the LED light off and on. Magic!

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cladaidem · 2 years

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“Intrusive” by Clada

10” x 10” oil on Canvas. Available. $150 USD.

https://clada.bigcartel.com/product/intrusive

I wrote a poem: it is about alcoholism and the ones we love:

“Lost eyes, without color, searching so pensively for what? Understanding? Compassion? Void? The euphoric release to drown inhibition in a body or bottle. In too deep, and something crucial was lost. It had become immortalized in the glass of your drunk stare.

I see that person. I see the wound that keeps you feral to bite the helper—the desire to cause pain to yourself. I can recognize these thoughts because they scurry across my mind sober.

It is my fault. I hope all these messages in bottles reach you. However, they wash up in your hangover, illegible and water stained. I do not know why I try; wading in the shallows of cheap intentions washed up in the cheap drink. It could be for my grandiose ego, or it could be that I truly am afraid of losing you. Whatever reason, I am a vessel for the other hurt widows now. May that cavity be a better home to their loverless webs, as it was never a kind place for my thoughts.”