( &. ) ─── Paralysed by the symphony of graceful movement created by 𝒉𝒊𝒎, it’s the erratic thumping of a wild heart beating that drowns the noise of the world. Including the demons plaguing me.

“Is there really no chance to start once again?”

— mister impossible (2021)

More like a whole goddamn apocalypse.

Seven-headed snake, what you call that?

E eu vou reagindo aos poucos, aos poucos de cada vez A viver, como louco com intervalos de lucidez Então respeita-te e foge, não vejas o meu declínio Porque eu navego à deriva entre a emoção e o raciocínio.

Why would you?

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Poison, sweet poison, flows through the veins of monsters. It also runs through mine.

Isn’t it the colour of passion?

Purr. Purr.

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“I’m still a slave to these dreams.”

The poem that I didn’t write for you hangs around my neck and suffocates me. ——— Abhilasha

If it’s so wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

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