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ㅤㅤ THE GALORE OF PLEASURED GUILT.
Your canines sinks into my wishbone, lodged between the stitches inside my trachea. Won’t you separate the flesh from the fingers? A sentimental twists into a set of teeth, the tragic romantic. Do not bare your gluttony.
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Greetings, Leah. Here I am, Intend to purchase the channel content for 11k and have my payment via QRIS. Bunch of gratitude I imbue you!
Jot down your form and send it to: @RottenFleshBot. 🫀
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Repost from san&lod𝓲e. ۫ ׅ ♪ ⋆ . 🎀
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cherry &, tomatoes : douce desire
wispy clouds. ✿ handy (IDR, 3.500) standing carried a legacy-quoted upon ideas flourishing.
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 🍀🐹 format arrived! opaque soft lotus petals avenues trails and grace like a gentle whisper. ☻ ♪ ‧₊ 🎀merely, adopted to @faireube!
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I’d sliced open his stomach, careful not to damage anything too important, watching with fascination as his intestines spilled out like tangled yarn. It’s funny how it all looks so... fragile.(i) .................... List Love Letter Mutual Contact .................... (ii) (iii) .................... List Birthday Letter List Content Channel .................... (iv) (v) .................... Up Catalog Ready List Self Promote .................... (vi) (vii) .................... Sold Catalog .................... Sold Catalog Up Catalog Ready .................... (viii) [ ] Channel Personal ........ ........ Channel Personal [ ] [ ] Channel Personal ........ ........ Channel Personal [ ] [ ] Channel Personal ........ ㅤ
Repost from Amidst Mirage, LADYHOWLS.
FORSAKEN SCRIPT: “Entombed in dust, doth
cradle tales long forgotten. Once rich with
promise, now wither’d to naught.”
@LADYJOURRN’S COSTLESS EVENT.
Wednesday, November 20 At 19.30 WIB.
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Anyway! What do you all think about the theme of my writings? I have been liking the idea of loving someone sooo much that you begin to see God in them. That you have finally realized the reason why you are put on this earth is solely because you are meant to love them. I’d like to call that an act of deification; or to put it simply, accidentally found a religion in the curves of their neckline. ;)
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Anger does not fits you. Why wear it? I see it does not fits you; your throat are raw from screaming to a God who isn’t listening. Do not pray anymore, the sky is empty, and doomsday are approaching. Rotten children does not deserve Heaven–you love with your teeth–you fell in love at first bite. You don’t know how to love without swallowing the heart of one’s soul until it lodged at the pits of your stomach ... Your devotion will always turns violent. You are made of flesh and bones, what a humiliation! To eat is an audacious act of deification, and you are desperately trying so hard to make your agony looks beautiful and lovable. But suffering feels religious when you crack open the skull’s of your beloved, and struck a knife on their ribs for you to gnaw and worship at the relics of their God-shaped lungs.
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NO AMOUNT OF PINK AND WITHERED ROSEMARIES COULD WASH OFF THE BLOOD YOU HAVE ON YOUR HANDS. YOU COULD WEEP, AND SCRATCH, AND CRAWL. BUT YOU COULD NEVER WIPE OFF THE LEFTOVERS MEAT ON YOUR TEETH. ON YOUR LIPS. ON YOUR WOUNDED KNEE. NO AMOUNT OF GUILT COULD PURIFY YOUR SINS.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
