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good morning! i wish (often) i could sacrifice the heavy blood i've collected 2 become marginally more powerful (like in killer 7) -- i keep collecting & offering all this blood i have in a hope, mostly i'm left with scars: maybe those little strawberry candies are just that? gm!
tremble when talked to & my vision looks towards the floor & sometimes thoughts get choked up in my throat as they spindle together because i don't know what to say & i know exactly what i want to say, too & i wonder sometimes how people view me (am i authentic?); good morning!!!
good evening! drew this for @oranges_chan & supposedly im in this picture somewhere -- think i'm normally buried somewhere deep in the earth comfort-rotting & now i'm being uprooted & i'm shy of sunlight; if you message me i will be tipsy & rowdy, & very mean as the night goes on
good morning! @oranges_chan and me; it might be a little silly to think but it feels like there's a kinship amongst those with sinistration, like how adjacent colors can bleed into each other to create nice gradients; it feels a little less broken, i'm very glad i know her //u//
maybe all the bad things about yourself can be fine, as long as you can carry them with a certain grace; this might be more important than trying to change (maybe); good morning!!