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𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 .ᐣ ── loving a god is only a death sentence if the god loves you back.
somewhere, in dead sleep or in a waking dream or in a quiet suburban town in⠀»
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dead meat. that’s all he is. he’s not a boy anymore, and as his hands raise and come down again, van’s almost sorry. as claws tear him open from collarbones to sternum, he’s almost sorry. but love isn’t anything to⠀»
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𝒑oisoned 𝐯ine. retweeted
i am my mother's daughter. from poisoned seeds sprout poisoned fruits.
𝒑oisoned 𝐯ine. retweeted
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