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Literally all I asked for this year was band merch.
I am ridiculous.
My sister is obsessed with trapping Santa in out living room,
And she's setting up a trap made out of blankets.
Also,
my mOM ONLY BOUGHT ONE CARTON OF EGG NOG.
I AM OUTRAGED,
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE OFF OF ONE FUCKING CARTON?
okay, that is all.
Happy holidays, my lovelies. xD
-Condor.
I am ridiculous.
My sister is obsessed with trapping Santa in out living room,
And she's setting up a trap made out of blankets.
Also,
my mOM ONLY BOUGHT ONE CARTON OF EGG NOG.
I AM OUTRAGED,
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE OFF OF ONE FUCKING CARTON?
okay, that is all.
Happy holidays, my lovelies. xD
-Condor.
long time no speak
hell-oh, deer friends and people friends. i've decided to discontinue my usage of this account and have created a new one. my new account will be used mostly for art, photography, and poetry. give it a watch, if you'd like.
ghostverse.deviantart.com
xoxo
All Our Bruised Bodies.
Tell me what your worst fears are,
I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you're struggling,
Tell me that you're scared.
Tell me that you're terrified of life.
Tell me that it's difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost,
Tell me how he left,
Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had,
Tell me it ain't ever coming back.
Tell me about God,
Tell me about love.
Tell me that it's all of the above.
Say you think of everything in fear,
I bet you're not the only one who does.
Everyone in the world comes at some point
_________
I'll count back from 10,
And we can listen to glass hearts shattering.
I don't know how you got into me.
Down my throat,
And made a home in my veins.
It used to be the rivers that would take us away,
But now you only call me every Christmas, and my birthday.
You don't know what it's like
To wake up in the middle of the night,
Scaring the thought of kissing razors.
This blood evacuation
Is telling me to cave in.
Stay away.
Stay away from my friends.
_________
I'll count back from 10,
And we can listen to glass hearts shattering.
I don't know how you got into me.
Down my throat,
And made a home in my veins.
It used to be the rivers that would take us away,
But now you only call me every Christmas, and my birthday.
You don't know what it's like
To wake up in the middle of the night,
Scaring the thought of kissing razors.
This blood evacuation
Is telling me to cave in.
Stay away.
Stay away from my friends.
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