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Ever felt like you're bleeding through life like ink on a page? Perhaps like the moon is too big for the sky? Or your eyes are too big for your skull? Worry not! This Greyvance, confess your worries into the heat of the night, and your prayers mouthed in desperation will be answered, in a similarly feverish manner, by the iron blooded angels that lurk amongst the stars! The sun is not everlasting!
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To reach within a loved one's chest and grasp within your own palm that fragile beating heart, its soft tissue stark against your callouses. The red finds home underneath your fingertips, and you can hear their heavy breathing, too quiet to distract you. You want to squeeze, to see what would happen if you were to destroy the one thing you were trusted with. Yet, you stay still, almost as if your hands and fingers belonged in the recesses of their ribcage, almost as if you pumped their blood yourself.
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The flame of life feeds on the bodies you leave behind—the vignettes of people you never were, of people you wish you could be, and people you know you will never be. The death is graceful, as soft as the snow beneath your freezing feet. The silhouette against the fire mimicks the shapes you've seen behind closed eyes, figures never seen but always cradling you in their arms. In these dreams, you are carried through the flickering flames, as if there are no corpses waiting beneath you.
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The falling branches hit the ground and crunch beneath the feet of children who have yet to understand what they will endure for the sake of living. When the flowers bloom again next month, the wood that has faded into the worn dirt will watch with grainy eyes the way the buds are snatched by curious, tiny hands, and die to the enemy we call time.
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Their superfluous voices creep into your skull like maggots into rotting flesh. It crawls and crawls until it reaches the creaking, veiny door to your unbeating heart. You feel alive again—but you're not sure what to make of that kind of realization.
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The sun is glimmering like the hopeless shine in a newborn's eyes, the last brilliant display of a soul fading into a neverending oblivion.
#F142022 | 01:02#happy valentines day. hope yall didnt think i was gone for good#sleepy#tired#sleep is good#go to sleep#SLEEP™ Foundation
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Tfw you were just a kid and you were just a kid you were just a kid but it felt like a forever that never happened and you were just a kid but you're not anymore but you are but you wish you were but you were just a kid but you can't be anymore but you were just a kid but you can't
(I miss when I didn't doubt it when I said "forever")
#N232021 | 02:41#missing a friend. i let our friendship go myself. i try to tell myself i dont regret but i doooo oh i do...#cuz ive never felt friendship that felt the same since then#nothing feels right anymore#i just want to be alone#idk why im venting in the tags of my ads#remember to sleep#sleepy#tired#sleep is good#go to sleep#SLEEP™ Foundation
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As the flowers wilt and fade into the midnight sky, the ocean waves become clouds beneath the reflected sun. To understand what cannot be understood and to use such oxymorons in an attempt to make the self feel a little less of little use. To make sense and to make sure you don't make sense, it all looks the same beneath the brown petals.
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Blue faces peer at me from the walls. They cannot see the deep and raging anger. Self inflicted hatred stains my soul with blasphemy—spouting words against the world's creators. The truth can only fall from sinful tongues, and hatred is the deepest sin of all.
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Glorious gods shining on their golden thrones, eye the earth with careful gazes. The stare of the blasphemer glares back at them, as if to challenge them to a duel of cruelty. The fallen angels know the secrets of heaven and so the devils treat them with care. Love between those who were once foes outshines the wrath of gods. The blasphemer watches, silent as ever, lying in wait for the stars to grant them permission.
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i love tumblr. what other social media site would run a campaign urging people to get the fuck off of their platform right the hell now
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