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  • Through Binoculars
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    ❝What are you doing?❞ ❝I'm bird watching❞ ❝But--these aren't birds. They're people❞ ❝Well then, I'm people watching❞ • Calliope Thrice wants nothing more than to escape to Columbia where she can start fresh- where she can get caught up in the hustle of the city life. The only thing that will get her there? Her thesis...

  • OF DIONYSUS | editing
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    death will lay in your bed and be your lover but at the end of the day you'll wear your own blood like lingerie © 2016, adriana | (act #61- 210817)

  • EBONY
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    I hope I never see her cry again.

    Mature
  • Gold bronze
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    happenings : a well plotted conspiracy to rob the skins of the most prestigious school in current Broadway. #73 ( 30.4.18 ) Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy

  • Clockwork
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    Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

  • romanticism of monsters
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    careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.