the blackened withered vines
holding me, here my dear
the suffocating lights
showing me where you should be
flower, faded colors of your life
another has stolen your place to thrive
flower, give me one more reason to die
if one day we meet again, eye to lonely eye
My hobbies include being weird and then being like why did I say that
you have to listen to loud music . it scares the evil creatures from your head
bonus : without any of the evil creatures left , you can hear the song of the angels more clearly (tinnitus)
my liege you cannot trust this buffoon. he doesn’t even begin every other sentence with “my liege.” he‘ll never whisper in your ear the way i do it, my liege. sire. your fuckableness
"fanart of him fucking mccree isnt lore" is like foundational text for the modern hater
romantic moodboard
nice place dude. sure is a lot of chintz around
so anyways my lancer pilot went thru it last night
jeff the unaliver doing tiktok dances over my dead body after stabbing me thirty eight times in the chest
