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#83830072014 (Greyshine.)

Stormy, stormy nights. Stormy, stormy minds.

She padded through the soft grass, bare-footed of course, not unlike an elfin child. Silent, gentle, as though she were flitting through the place, a leap from her usual clumsy demeanour. 593 more words

This is so me... (20 photos)

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New toys

I recently purchased a few Molotow one4alls and gave them a test ride.

Did this dagger over a scratched up old skull. They don’t blend like Poscas but they sure do hold. 49 more words



Various messages handwritten

The old brown table bared its real skin

My eyes zeroed on a familiar name

With an asymmetrical heart around it.

I may never find the answer to who… 25 more words


I really dislike my existence at the moment, death seems highly inviting.