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I might be convinced that I previously am a lost girl in the woods.

Summer sapphic escapades.

Francis of the Filth, written by none other than Joji himself.

The Man behind the “Yes King” audioclips on TikTok, Michael Willis Heard, aka LoveAndLightTV, just passed away today. My condolences to his daughter and to those who loved him to the end. Fly high, King.

Big D. Randy's coming for our arses this time of year. I just watched DigBar's MV. We may not know how long would he take to spring out of the shadows to rip them out behind us. You know the drill, folks.

The peace alone I know, is but the sort the void could’st offer at my dear life's cost.

If I could spend a day within your lawn, it seems to me than an eternity. But no—I had forsak’n that blissful dawn of which its light has shone, but not for me.

I live in a constant state of fear and misery, do you miss me anymore? And I don't even notice that it hurts anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore.

I was just wondering if I could be Pink Guy even for a day.

Too lazy as heck to open my Discord.

Fxxk, you diggin in me, you diggin in a fella, you diggin in me—go ahead, bruh.

“I expel you, O nameless thing from the Void, by the might of the Ineffable Light in which there is no shadow, casting you into the darkness from whence you came!”

Please do not wake me up unless I say all my troubles are over and done. I am only sleeping inside a block of ice where nobody could find me.

Nous sommes les #Goths, peuple de la Nuit étoilée sous laquelle brille la pleine Lune apportant sa petite lumière aux roses rouges.

Wilt thou keep me in memory still when my shell crumbles into ashes?

Courage, indeed; but kindness, both to other people and to self. None may pass the gates of heaven and think lowly of themselves as nothing but vermin.

I walked the world we mortals wander, seeing the constant chaos, then I said to myself: “Ô mes grands Dieux, mais c'est quoi bordel de p*tain?”

Yet another day of living in a constant state of lethargy, paranoia and misery.

I already told Gaz I am chronically and lethally anxious to the point that I fear bad consequences of whatever I do.

“No, Victoria, your time is not yet up. There are some things left to be done. Either you back down from a brawl with a skinwalker—or allow yourself to be mangled by it while pummelling the head out of it.”

Pass me the Chippi Chappas, please!

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