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People act as if hating someone is like something that requires energy all the time like no I don’t think about the people I hate until they are brought up and then I’ll be like mid drag of a cigarette like “fuck that hoe”

a teenagers room. theres a messy bed, a dirty floor, and walls portraying importance. and theres a boy, a martyr too, in one chair. he cries as they cry. jazz beats play, and blood runs off his fingers and lips, his nose drips. he just needs to be okay.

by Michael

Any elder gods out there looking to trade mystic powers in exchange for loyal service in the physical planes? Asking for a friend

Put a name in my inbox and my muse will have to admit how they feel about them.

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