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❝ You guys are kinda funky. ❞

#☠ “ are you sitting comfortably? ” ― noone / ic. #☠ “ sneaking around; feet on the ground. ” ― idle.

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She who is, by some miracle, the most well-adjusted girl in this group.

#☠ “ are you sitting comfortably? ” ― noone / ic. #☠ “ sneaking around; feet on the ground. ” ― idle.

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. . . barren curtains that you're weaving,

like the stories you keep inside your HEAD.

#☠ “ there's little point bolting the door. ” ― eleven / mus.

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𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

#☠ “ listen as we talk dark thoughts. ” ― noone / mus.

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❝ A lot of you guys scare me and I'd rather you stay a good six feet away. ❞

#☠ “ are you sitting comfortably? ” ― noone / ic. #☠ “ sneaking around; feet on the ground. ” ― idle.

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            But when someone's gone              and you're the primary keeper of the memory—             letting go would be a kind of murder,             wouldn't it?

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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I am ever present to the existence of time within a well rounded schedule that turns bleak after sundown.

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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there is a 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 to grief

that can't quite be put into ｗｏｒｄｓ ．

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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I'm not the same kid from your memory.

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ​𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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                          of course the love is there.                                                                  still,                                                                  still,                                                                  still.

#☠ “ lost in a lullaby; slumbering away. ” ― nine / mus.

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it’s so true that the greatest weapon against nihilism and existential despair is to find joy in the mundane and never stop chasing after love

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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☠ There is someone new entering the Haven's vicinity.

☠ Little fingers curl around wood and shifts it to the side as she peers through the cracks of her outpost; piercing blue eyes focused and watching. It is not uncommon for Fifteen to be the one on lookout; her own consciousness burns with the urge to help others-- a fact that she retains no matter the loop the Nowhere gives ( lucky for her, she's familiar with most of the Nowhere at this point; the City, the Maw-- the Nest, too ).

☠ Now, monotony is something Fifteen is familiar with, too; events that are set in stone and the string of fate tangle around her fingers for her to tug and stretch and unravel, and yet when there's something-- or someone-- new, she cannot help her excitement.

☠ She sees someone red in the distance; and Fifteen finds herself pushing the wooden plank further to dip through the crack and step out, hands clasping together as her eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly; for once, there was something fresh in her years of knowledge, and thus, she cups her hands around her mouth and calls.

☠ ❝ Hooooy! ❞ Is what she calls, and one of her hands raises to wave, ❝ Ain't seen a stranger in a long while! Hello! ❞

@rcdsweatshirt !

#☠ “ where did she hide? she was right there! ” ― fifteen / ic. #☠ “ dive into the madness. ” ― threads. #rcdsweatshirt #here ya go!! if you need anything changed lmk!

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you are so much m o r e than what I’ve become.

#☠ “ the sight where i spied her; my girl. ” ― fifteen / mus.

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      “ ——- į'ɱ  ţђę  ķįŋd  ǫƒ  TIRED  ţђąţ  SLEEP  wǫŋ'ţ  ƒįҳ. ”

#☠ “ listen as we talk dark thoughts. ” ― noone / mus.

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there is no body, a

psychological alarm.

#☠ “ listen as we talk dark thoughts. ” ― noone / mus.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞

#☠ “ listen as we talk dark thoughts. ” ― noone / mus.