𝖲𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖻

I found you in the gallery of ghosts, Wearing a smile I've seen before. The same patterns, the same cues, All that to end up my favourite muse. You were entertaining while it lasted, I even loved them - the moon, the breeze, even the shadow you casted. We sliced each other's throats, No, we exist no more, So tear down the pages & pictures, It's only your bedsheets that'll remember us. - @idioticAsHell 🌊

it was always me versus the world until i found it's me versus me.

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗍?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽. - 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒. + 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 - 𝖠𝗇 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. + 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗇? - 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. + 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖼. - 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗁. + 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎? - 𝖳𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍.

everyday is a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day.

𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽

just when it's almost there, shit always gets real.

蜷 : 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾

𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶- 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥-𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴; 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴.

thanks for the anxiety

re-watching hits different.

https://youtu.be/nEX-9exMc1A

Tatakae!

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