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[align=center] WAY DOWN HADESTOWN WAY DOWN UNDER THE GROUND
( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)♡
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
(10-05-2018, 03:33 AM)sanghost link Wrote: ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)♡
[align=center] WAY DOWN HADESTOWN WAY DOWN UNDER THE GROUND
remember in the morning: belk still exists
trench has obliterated 2018 as far as i'm concerned
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
thursday night: no school, write the one where ya boy smashes a shitty computer and summons a whole gay ghost
- potentially expand upon the whole gay ghost
- and write matt's 1892thnd time in police custody
- ??belk being weird??
- things based on trench lyrics
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
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uvu
tomorrow. tomorrow is the day. i'm too tired. i WON'T procrastinate, future kal.
- a series of works detailing a progression of the ghostly going-ons in poor teo's apartment
- the neighbours thinks he owns a pet in a no pets complex and are mad
- it's really santi
since i'm going to have time maybe finish little character outlines
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
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