En tierra, en humo, en polvo, en sombra, en nada |
Remy // he/she/they // just the slightest hint of arsenic |
cause of death: forgot to breathe while singing the first verse of the sharpest lives
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glad no one is talking about Widows yet because i have thoughts and those are that it wasn’t very good
types of gays: house edition (note: im using gay as an umbrella term!)
cottage gay: likes tea, artsy, good w plants, apologizes too much, dies every time someone complements them, lives in their own fantasies, doing their best but never thinks so
penthouse gay: art deco, expensive drinks, cherries and pomegranates, doesn’t close their blinds, knows the name of their barista, loves sunsets and fancy lingerie
castle gay: would have a closet for their capes, four-poster bed with three duvets, probably needs smelling salts, easily digresses, candles and dinner parties
lodge gay: reclusive, opens up to 3 (three) people in their entire lifetime, loves tapestries, hardworking, loves sleeping, could sit outside for hours, listens 2 folk music
tree house gay: has terrible handwriting, never too many throw pillows, constantly anxious, string lights and lava lamps, has taken a ceramic class, loves rice
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Me @ my classics ta when I inevitably start a fight about how much I hate achilles
Where’s that song that’s like “It’s the best day ever cause I’m a stupid fucking cat and I don’t know I’m gonna die”
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CAN SOMEONE TELL THE GUY WHO MADE DILBERT THAT I FUCKED DILBERT?
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if i was born as a black thorn tree
i’d wanna be felt by you, held by you
feel the power of your hand on me
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Can’t wait for Hozier to drag himself from the woods this Thursday and kill me with a moss covered stone
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