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Whatever you give truth to is real at least to you.
Need to look like if a Mcqueen runway and a dominatrix had a child adopted and raised by a medieval witch with unrestricted internet access LYNCHIAN SLEEP PARALYSIS SHORT SHORT SHORT FILM Lay in bed looking beautiful Figure in walks into the room carrying a box puts it down and walks out Out of the box comes a Harpie in a mcqueen runway moment It is beautiful but frightening and out of place Sleeping beauty tries to move but is now laying naked with hands bound Screams

Had a dream I had pieces of glass from my broken phone stuck in my thigh and that I was ripping them out. When I woke up there was a small piece of glass, from my phone, in the sheets next to me and I found some little scratches below my left breast, on my side.
Grain noise roughness dirt crust messiness vs clean orderly minimal, they only truly exist and shine and thrive in contrast to and in the presence of eachother. IE Crustpunk fits are sick because they are at odds with what surrounds them, plain boring mass manufactured fast fashion.



Just as at day we live at night we rest in summer suffer in winter recover as spring is dawn twilight is autumn as feeding requires the sacrifice of life to maintain another defecating provides the fuel for new ones to flower the natural cycles are found at all scales but will my heart be lighter than a feather is my soul ungrateful and pale or is the beauty in the horror is the softness of a tear the sharp edge of faded colors the crushing weight of turmoil the real wonder will I remember once turned back to soil how it felt to have a gaze pierce like a blade leave me sinking in the everglades of eyes pointed away waiting for the turn of the season hoping for limerence to have swayed will I regret ignoring my reason in pursuit of passion or will I be too eager for the next winter will it all linger after i've left forever
بأيام البرد وأيام الشتي
والرصيف بحيرة والشارع غريق
تجي هاك البنت من بيتها العتيق
ويقل لها انطريني وتنطر ع الطريق
ويروح وينساها وتدبل بالشتي

حبيتك بالصيف حبيتك بالشتي
نطرتك بالصيف نطرتك بالشتي
وعيونك الصيف وعيوني الشتي
ملقانا يا حبيبي
خلف الصيف وخلف الشتي

مرقت الغريبة عطيتني رسالة
كتبها حبيبي بالدمع الحزين
فتحت الرسالة حروفها ضايعين
ومرقت أيام و غربتنا سنين
وحروف الرسالة محيها الشتي