why are you doing this? please stop. if it’s money you want, name your price. just stop doing this to him. he doesn’t deserve this.
I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
Being a 20+ yr old on tumblr
Or maybe I was delusional, you know? For thinking anyone could love me
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