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dyingfarfromthesea · 8 years

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if we’re mutuals, like this post for a starter!

#🔱 BLUE SPACEY NUMBER THING ( ooc. )#( time to bring this blog back from the dead )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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person: talk dirty to me ;)

me: im gonna cut through your neck until i feel bone

#♆ BORN FROM DARK WATER ( musings. )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )#( tfw ur child has no chill )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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i’m bored i’m gonna do something stupid and impulsive

#♆ BORN FROM DARK WATER ( musings. )#( seriously )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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finale undertale ost

#♆ THE SONG OF THE SEA ( tunes. )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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Apparently “spite” is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “What motivates you?”

#♆ BORN FROM DARK WATER ( musings. )#( r e a l )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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goretober day 13: decay

#decay //#♆ ENTANGLED IN STRINGS ( bane of the ghost queen. )#( gooood shit )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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i am Suffering™ [don’t remove caption]

#♆ MY BODY IS A CAGE ( skin. )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )#blood //#injuries //

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“there is no happy ending in this story”

#♆ THE SONG OF THE SEA ( tunes. )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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sometimes we desperately hold onto things that are supposed to keep us afloat without noticing they’re the reason we’re sinking.

i tighten my grip around the heaviest of my memories as they weigh me down, and i breathe in the people no longer around: like water in my lungs, the feeling burns as i drown.

swimming takes a whole lot of effort and the ocean is everything but kind. its waves keep washing me against the shore and i complain before i realize they’ve helped me break the surface.

there rarely ever is gentleness in the tides of life: there is a forest of kelp wrapped around my ankles and starving sharks ready to bite. for a second i’m angry that they’re kicking me out of the sea, but once i step on the beach, it hits me like a brick that once again i can breathe and that the coldness of salt water has been replaced by the warmth of a sunny sky.

thank you, poseidon. i am very much alive.

(h.v.)

poseidon

#♆ BORN FROM DARK WATER ( musings. )#♆ WHERE WERE YOU ( poseidon. )#( goOD SHIT!! )#♆ AWAY FROM HERE ( queue. )

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dyingfarfromthesea · 9 years

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