syzygy

the earth forgets me, under the willow tree limbs; a discarded doll.

cold air tastes like rust salted copper filling lungs; drowning on dry land.

tiredness collects in my bones like cobwebs in the eaves of my house shrivelled spiders lie askew behind my ribcage in place of my heart. silk thread makes up my ...

Yeees. Fancy clothes (and masks) :>

Since it's a Masquerade, do they all get to wear fancy clothes and masks? :>

Spot! (11/50) Type of Work Review a Script - Je t'aime (I love you) - Part 1 Review a Nonfiction Piece Review some lyrics Review a short-story - Blue Vapor ...

Yay! Quick question; is the role/profession only daredevil or daredevil + actual job?

beep boop, can i yoink daredevil? 🫣

CW: suicide, violence ash knows a lot. “he knows what it’s like to be impaled upon a sword, oozing blood and guts with each gasping breath.” the scars on his ...

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why must others dictate my emotions pushing and shoving me into situations, shoving and pushing into relationships i never wanted to be in the first place. "you hang out with ...

it is of vital importance that you remember your organs left buried under the oak tree two blocks down mulberry street. and of course make sure not to forget your ...

this is no place for people with two feet in the afterlife and a death wish. (what are you still doing here?)

Rahh. Only about...137 guests.