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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 54 minutes ago
Conversation
Person A: Is there a prayer for asking someone to get run over by a truck?
Person B: Those are called curses and they’re generally frowned upon.
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aroacegundamalex · an hour ago
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I often think about the contrast between Asuka and Rei that’s developed throughout NGE, and I quite like it.
A girl with short blue hair and blood red eyes that hold no emotion yet say so much, and a girl with long red hair that billows around her and and blue eyes that show everything. A pale plugsuit with little color and defining detail, and a bold plugsuit that screams to be noticed and demands your attention. A girl who is called a doll, and a girl who rages at the mention of them.
A girl who says she can be replaced, and a girl who’s greatest nightmare is that she is replaceable.
A girl who feels so few of the emotions ascribed to humanity, and ascends to godhood, and a girl who is subjected to the full experience of human pain and trauma, and is killed in her moment of vulnerability. A girl who is struck down as a god, and a girl who drags herself back to humanity after enduring so much.
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junkwhoore · 5 hours ago
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hey, guess who has to listen their mom blast gospel music at 1 in the morning because she’s upset and she has to let everyone know and force her religion on them (and forces everyone to respect her religion but heaven help you practice another religion in her presence, it’s not allowed) but gets mad when anyone else shows that they’re mad? my sunday is fucking ✨great✨
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makaylajadewrites · 6 hours ago
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Salvation
this is a terrible drabble inspired by a not so sfw conversation I had with @tobias-hankel in our lovely groupchat. I hope you enjoy what little it has to offer.
Rating: M
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Tags: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Vague Descriptions of Sex, Bad Poetic Prose, Probably Blasphemy and/or Sacrilege
Summary: As Spencer accepted the gift that was his holy communion, the dark hand of his God raked through his curls, blessing him with silent, unspoken salvation. How could he ever want for more, when Derek was all he ever needed?
Read on AO3 here
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Salvation.
Spencer had never been a religious man. Growing up, religion was taught as a historical perspective rather than a way of life. He was taught the Bible, informed heavily of Christianity, simply because it was the most practiced religion in America, but it had not become a forced belief system as it had for many other young children. Spencer was raised in an exploratory fashion; his father never had much of a care for religion and his mother had taught him the definition of agnosticism when he was only four.
As he grew, consuming knowledge from the expanding universe around him, he began to identify with that very term. He could express the most difficult equations of Collatz Conjecture and explain the chemical reactions involving the transfer of electric charge across the electrified interface between electronic and ionic conductors in electrochemistry. But one thing that could never be understood on the plane of human reason was the existence nor nonexistence of a God or higher entity. Despite all that a man as brilliant as Spencer knew, one thing he could never hope to grasp was the concept of faith.
Faith was subjective. It simply could not exist without an individual’s decision to make it be, meaning that religion itself was based on the very philosophy of believing in the unknown, particularly that which could never be known. And as many times as Spencer pondered the often introspective nature of religion, he found that there was no resonance within him for a belief system that was built upon the sense of the hopelessness of human beings. How diminishing it was, to fear the possibility of inadequacy.
His work brought him into the depths of the darkest parts of humanity. He had seen the works of evil, the Christian ideal of Satan in the flesh, but never once did he attribute it to religious misguidings. Mental instability was the true enemy, but on more than one occasion he heard others place the blame on a lack of faith. But with or without faith, in clearheadedness or insanity, all people contained evil inside of them.
Except for one.
Derek Morgan was a force to be reckoned with. His eyes held tumultuous storms of long harvested trauma, but the weight of his smile could bring a man to his knees. Spencer felt reverence towards the man ever since they first met, and ultimately, he was blinded by it. But he knew that Derek’s lingering gaze meant more than just an act of friendliness, because no man could face another and shower him with compliments of his beauty without feeling the slightest sense of desire.
They fell into place eventually. To Spencer, it seemed to be a miracle that Derek had become his. Science could not prove the very bindings of their beings, and for the very first time, Spencer placed his faith in the unseen. His devotion for Derek became a leading part of his life, but unlike the disparaging tones of god-centered faiths, he felt immaculate.
As their lips joined in holy matrimony, their hands slid together as two pieces of matched creation, and Spencer moaned a hymn deep in his throat. Blasphemy ran through his veins, but the sheer grace that fell upon him in times like these kept his doubts in the darkest recesses of his mind. How could he ever think that Derek didn’t love him? No matter if he turned away, like a shepherd guides his sheep, Derek would bring him back to the welcoming embrace of his loving arms.
Spencer smiled at Derek, sliding down to his knees on the floor in front of him. He knelt before him, and if he didn’t believe in God before he did now, because before him was a deity of a man whose praises he would sing for the rest of his life. He hooked his slender fingers into the waistband of Derek’s boxers, and as he slid them down his dark, muscular thighs, the sight that beheld him was far holier than any heaven he could envision. With much passion, Spencer took his Christ into his mouth and he sacrificed himself entirely to the will of his God.
The groan above him sounded like the voice of an angel, and as Spencer accepted the gift that was his holy communion, the dark hand of his God raked through his curls, blessing him with silent, unspoken salvation. How could he ever want for more, when Derek was all he ever needed?
Derek grew close, and as he reached his tender deliverance, Spencer was baptized with the essence of his Lord. He was showered with soft spoken praises, and soon enough, he was guided onto the bed and worshipped thoroughly, the love of his God washing over him in bountiful waves of pleasure. The breath that passed his lips was inspired by his love alone, and as Derek parted the sea of his legs, his fingers coated in holy water played him like a harp.
Spencer was blessed with the lips of his God, pressing upon the tender skin of his breast. Derek smoothed his hands down the curve of his sides and ribs, and from the dust he was materialized. Those lips traveled up to his own mouth to deliver unto him the breath of life, and as Derek entered him, he bathed in salvation. He moaned the psalms, whispering creeds for his Lord and welcoming him into his soul.
He spoke in tongues as the Holy Spirit came over him. Within him, Derek plucked the forbidden fruit, and Spencer’s back lifted off of the bed as the serpent claimed his holy soul.
For just a brief moment in the afterglow of prayer, Spencer felt a sense of doubt wash over him, but as Derek’s lips met his once more and words of love soaked into his skin, that doubt quickly dissipated.
If this is what it meant to be a sinner, Spencer didn’t ever want to be holy again.
Tags: @tobias-hankel @suburban--gothic @altsvu @willowrose99 @sparklinspence @hag4fagmegstiel @pete-is-fanatic @ssa-sarahsunshine @spencers-renaissance @garcias-bitch @katytheinspiredworkaholic @dralexreid @oliverbrnch @softhairedhotch @foggyblues-ralvez @codeandcreativity@scorpio-hotch @ssa-natalya-reid @goobzoop
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no-need-to-demonstrate · 7 hours ago
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TW: mention of going to h*ll? Katie and I were dying with laughter over this idea, but it does have a Catholic base. I mean no offense, whatsoever, to Catholicism or to the Pope. If anyone find this disrespectful, please let me know! But it's probably not going to instagram lol
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Janus, the pope: So.. why have you come in to repent today?
Remus: Between the hours of 3am and 6am today, I said the f word 9 times.
Janus: Is that so?
Remus: Yes. The first three were done by my own free will and choice, used in context and shamelessly. The next six were also by my own free will and choice, but six times in a row, though also shamelessly. Would you like me to demonstrate?
Janus: No.
Remus: Very well, let's move on to the b word.
Janus: No need.
Janus: *writes an x in his paper*
Janus: YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN
Janus: YOU ARE GOING TO H*LL
Remus: YIPPEEEEE *claps in delight*
*Patton comes in, tears running down his face*
Janus: What brings you here, Patton?
Patton: Please forgive me for I have sinned... *cries a little*
Janus: Do tell.
Patton: I was trying to say that I had an itch..
Janus: Yeah?
Patton: But my lips were too close together and I accidentally said the 'buh' sound 😭😭 sounded like I said the b word *sobs*
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( ooc ): quick headcanon before bed
Though being raised upon Christian beliefs, Milton is on the lesser half of the belief spectrum. He's not an atheist, he still thinks God exists, but he isn't big in his beliefs. He doesn't think much of religion, really, other than for funerals and more for morals (like in relation to what society deems as morally wrong, he relates the bible to that as in "God did not want us to be this way" sort of thought pattern). His father wasn't big on going to church, but they did say grace over their dinner. Whenever someone was struggling, they would pray. In funerals, they read from bibles and gave their condolences in relation to Jesus Christ.
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simpingthrash · 8 hours ago
Idk why I always forget to add it (maybe I just assume it’s implied?) but that last ask was definitely supposed to include Simpbur with a breeding kink.
The way he’d slip it into his praise so smoothly I-
“You’re so obedient for me my god(dess), I know you’ll look positively ethereal carrying our children.” “You’re going to be a darling spouse for me, aren’t you angel? You’ll be an amazing parent.” “I’m going to fill you so much my divinity.”
-🚀anon
I would simply, die, i would ... i would
this has WIPED any thought i’ve ever had.
please i just.. really no thoughts, no thoughts, just this.
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simpingthrash · 9 hours ago
PLS WHY WAS I LITERALLY THE GOOD CATHOLIC KID TOO 😭✋
I THINK THE WAY TGEY REALLY DRIVE IN THE WHOLE OBEDIENCE+RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY THING SET US ALL UP FOR FAILURE. AND REPENTANCE??? BEING SORRY AND ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS??? THEY CANT EXPECT ANYTHING VANILLA TO COME FROM THAT.
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OMG I KNOW ISTG (haha god) AND I JUST... I WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL SO WE HAD RELIGION CLASS + MASS EVERY WEEK AND THEY WOULD STRAIGHT UP PUNISH US FOR YAWNING DURING THEM, LIKE SIR, MA’AM YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO TURN INTO A BRAT. also, my most prominent memory was me and my friend buying rocket pops and try to deep throat them in the soccer fields, just catholic schools things 🤪✌🏼
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simpingthrash · 10 hours ago
Dw you aren’t alone Thrash, I’m still thinking about that ask too lmao.
I’m listening to ‘Internet Ruined Me’ and when he says “Give me a reason not to be on my knees” (don’t quote me, my immediate memory is shit 🛐) SIR PLS- MY RELIGION+WORSHIP KINK IS SHOWING,,
-🚀anon who had to use grammarly because they are incapable of forming coherent thoughts at the moment.
t-that ask, simply wont leave my brain and i just... wow...
dudedude... religion kink + corruption kink + innocent reader... i... just, simpbur falling for like a “good catholic” girl/boy/person (btw, from some one that was a “good catholic” girl, they are all fucking filthy liars the dashcon ball put is more innocent than us) , and him going feral for like every little thing they do. *scream*
also, can we take a second to APPRECIATE HOW GOOD WILBUR LOOKS IN THE INTERNET RUINED ME VIDEO, when i think of simpbur, that’s who i picture... i just... band aid+ eyebrow slit ;-;
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thecatastrophicrpg · 10 hours ago
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JOHN PAUL 'JP' CLARKE is a TWENTY FIVE YEAR OLD construction & maintenance officer originally from BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS who has been in fairvale for EIGHT MONTHS. he is often described as AMIABLE, OPTIMISTIC & PRAGMATIC but can also be NAIVE, RESERVED & INSECURE.
JP Clarke lived in the shadow of a giant for almost all of 26 years. It was easier that way, following in the footsteps of his forefathers. Religious duty ruled in the Clarke household and that’s the way it’d been for as long as anybody could remember. JP learned the names of disciples and angels well before he had known those of cartoon characters. Hymns and prayers were more commonplace than anything else on the radio. While other children spent their Sundays at play dates, JP spent his time in the company of the clergy.
It was a topic of contention that JP’s father was responsible for their small family business while his uncle went on to join the priesthood. A small trade built by a great, great grandfather couldn’t go to the wayside even if it meant ignoring the calling of a higher power. That didn’t stop his father from heavily involving himself in the church, often times running the show as if it were another part of the business. He ruled it all with an iron fist and the Clarke household was no exception.
JP lived a rather sheltered life as a result. Good and evil. Black and white. Heaven and hell. If his father hadn’t scared him enough, the wrath of God lingered over JP like a ghost. All he had to do was follow the rules and the ever-perfect golden child had no problems doing so. It was fine being the kid from the strangely religious family when he had other likeminded friends to fall back on. A cocoon of his own making, if he was being honest. It was easier to go through life wearing rose-colored glasses when the rest of world was blinding. Let him live in a shadows — at least it blocked out the sun.
Sure, he had his doubts but what good was it to question them? Wasn’t he lucky to live comfortably while there were people starving in the streets? He regurgitated the same words he was fed despite finding his own doubts. It wasn’t as if he fully believed in those words, but he knew better than to mention such a thing. When it was his time to take up the cloth, JP silenced those skeptic thoughts that told him otherwise.
25 was a big year. The time spent in college went by quickly and JP graduated at the top of his class. All that philosophical “footprints on the beach” work was all about to come to a head. But, as the years went on, his beliefs wavered. Wasn’t this what he worked his entire life for? This was what anybody had ever wanted for JP. And, yet. He couldn’t imagine looking his father in the face and seeing the disappointment he lived through all those years ago. One wrong move could send the entire foundation crumbling.
So, JP did what he did best and prayed — for guidance, for peace, for a miracle. A flesh-eating virus wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.
Against all odds, he and his family made it out in one piece. They found a homestead with other people from the congregation and managed a stable living despite the world going up in flames. JP was tasked as a runner for the makeshift community, going out with groups looking for food and survivors. But with everything going to shit, the church went into overdrive. Anybody showing even a hint of impiety was kicked out and stranded. He could only rationalize the things his family had done for so long. JP knew he had to get out before it was too late.
It happened on one of their runs. The community was reaching a boiling point and JP wasn’t going to stay and find out what was going to happen. They were surrounded by walkers, having ventured out too far from home. He took a small opening to run from the group while the others stayed and fought off the zombies. He couldn’t say for sure what happened to the survivors, but JP was long gone before anyone could catch up to him. When he ran into a band of survivors talking about Fairvale, JP quickly took them up on their offer. He doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon and is hoping to avoid any unwanted run-ins with the old community.
fc: mason gooding
blog: jpclarkes
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lesbian-rosalyn · 11 hours ago
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who wants to see my awful priest oc text: Gair Alasdair "Father Alasdair" -priest -5'5 -steals communion wine Age: 21 - Age: 27
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honorhearted asked : ⭐️ : What's your muse's one wish? (For Lydia!)
Headcanon meme. / @honorhearted​ -- accepting
       I’m sort of cheating on this question already, but both Lydia and I couldn’t pick just one wish. Lydia would have to think at length on what one wish she wanted to pick.
       For starters, the most obvious one with her character, she would wish for Laurence to not have died and for him to still be around. But for a second wish, the one I think she would decide on in the end, is for the war to win on Washington’s side. In her mind, she believes there is an afterlife (she has religious influences from both Islam and Christianity, due to her father being Muslim & and her mother being Christian), so she feels as if the battle won upon Laurence’s beliefs (and her own, of course) would give him peace in death. That outcome would give Lydia peace as well, feeling as if she gave him what she could in his memory. Her third wish would be for her parents to be safe. I believe (I could be wrong on this) but the British took control of Philadelphia in the time of TURN? If I’m right on that one, she would wish her parents are away from harm or conflict, especially if they find out Lydia is involved in the war effort. 
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Christians will be like “I don’t want to watch a movie with gays in it, that’s a sin and I don’t support it” and then watch a heist movie
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thecatastrophicrpg · 13 hours ago
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the catastrophic welcomes john paul 'JP' clarke to fairvale, georgia. please make sure you check the welcome page for tracked tags and all other relevant information.
out of character information
name: jan age: 24 preferred pronouns: she/her timezone: est
in character information
name: John Paul “JP” Clarke age: 25 gender & preferred pronouns: Cis male & he/him faceclaim: Mason Gooding. three positive traits: Amiable, optimistic, pragmatic three negative traits: Naive, reserved, insecure where are they originally from: Boston, Mass. how long have they been in fairvale: 3 months occupation/position within the community: Construction/maintenance
character biography
tw: religious overtones
JP Clarke lived in the shadow of a giant for almost all of 26 years. It was easier that way, following in the footsteps of his forefathers. Religious duty ruled in the Clarke household and that’s the way it’d been for as long as anybody could remember. JP learned the names of disciples and angels well before he had known those of cartoon characters. Hymns and prayers were more commonplace than anything else on the radio. While other children spent their Sundays at play dates, JP spent his time in the company of the clergy.
It was a topic of contention that JP’s father was responsible for their small family business while his uncle went on to join the priesthood. A small trade built by a great, great grandfather couldn’t go to the wayside even if it meant ignoring the calling of a higher power. That didn’t stop his father from heavily involving himself in the church, often times running the show as if it were another part of the business. He ruled it all with an iron fist and the Clarke household was no exception.
JP lived a rather sheltered life as a result. Good and evil. Black and white. Heaven and hell. If his father hadn’t scared him enough, the wrath of God lingered over JP like a ghost. All he had to do was follow the rules and the ever-perfect golden child had no problems doing so. It was fine being the kid from the strangely religious family when he had other likeminded friends to fall back on. A cocoon of his own making, if he was being honest. It was easier to go through life wearing rose-coloured glasses when the rest of world was blinding. Let him live in a shadows — at least it blocked out the sun.
Sure, he had his doubts but what good was it to question them? Wasn’t he lucky to live comfortably while there were people starving in the streets? He regurgitated the same words he was fed despite finding his own doubts. It wasn’t as if he fully believed in those words, but he knew better than to mention such a thing. When it was his time to take up the cloth, JP silenced those skeptic thoughts that told him otherwise.
25 was a big year. The time spent in college went by quickly and JP graduated at the top of his class. All that philosophical “footprints on the beach” work was all about to come to a head. But, as the years went on, his beliefs wavered. Wasn’t this what he worked his entire life for? This was what anybody had ever wanted for JP. And, yet. He couldn’t imagine looking his father in the face and seeing the disappointment he lived through all those years ago. One wrong move could send the entire foundation crumbling.
So, JP did what he did best and prayed — for guidance, for peace, for a miracle. A flesh-eating virus wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.
Against all odds, he and his family made it out in one piece. They found a homestead with other people from the congregation and managed a stable living despite the world going up in flames. JP was tasked as a runner for the makeshift community, going out with groups looking for food and survivors. But with everything going to shit, the church went into overdrive. Anybody showing even a hint of impiety was kicked out and stranded. He could only rationalize the things his family had done for so long. JP knew he had to get out before it was too late.
It happened on one of their runs. The community was reaching a boiling point and JP wasn’t going to stay and find out what was going to happen. They were surrounded by walkers, having ventured out too far from home. He took a small opening to run from the group while the others stayed and fought off the zombies. He couldn’t say for sure what happened to the survivors, but JP was long gone before anyone could catch up to him. When he ran into a band of survivors talking about Fairvale, JP quickly took them up on their offer. He doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon and is hoping to avoid any unwanted run-ins with the old community.
anything else?
I don’t plan on playing JP as a character who is extremely religious. That would be absolutely insufferable lol. I got the idea from a show I was watching about a character going through a lapse of faith who was also very Christian and, in turn, went through a character arc about finding her own identity outside of the church. I kind of want to do the same with JP with the zombie apocalypse as a catalyst for him to question his identity and to find a path for himself. Please let me know if there’s any changes I should make!
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theoreticallyjasper · 14 hours ago
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things i’ve been punished for in my catholic school
- talking too loud
- talking too quietly
- not tucking in my shirt
- wearing a sweatshirt
- having my knee-high socks pulled down to my ankles
- not wearing the correct school shirt (we have one for regular days and one for mass days)
- wearing a too-short skirt
- having writing on my leg
- writing on my desk in pencil
- forgetting to charge my chromebook
- forgetting my chromebook at home
- playing checkers on my chromebook
- drawing on my chromebook (which i pay for)
- doing another class’s work during english class
- turning in a long-term project early
- turning in a long-term project late 
- not being catholic (i’m atheist but my family is methodist)
- wearing a bandaid
- wearing multiple hair ties on my wrist
- taking a week off of online class because my grandmother died
- sitting in my bed during online class
- wearing a sweatshirt during online class
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welcome-totheend · 19 hours ago
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what kind of god would instruct you to do that to a child?
why, he is your god of course. he is our god and we do not question him.
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specter-siblings · 20 hours ago
6.) How does your oc feel about religion? (Both!)
(( I don’t think anyone in the Flipside is particularly religious, even if gods canonically exist in the Ghostbusters multiverse. They do celebrate holidays, but those are more of a mish-mashed parody of traditions from the human world.
Phobia doesn’t think much of Gozer, because why would anyone destroy worlds when you could conquer them instead? Besides, they were easily defeated by the original four Ghostbusters. As for the other gods, she’s too disobedient to follow any of them.
Tremor is far too undisciplined to stick to the tenants of any religion, so he has a neutral attitude towards the subject. He prefers to just go with the flow! ))
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wlwalina · 20 hours ago
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In twenty minutes I will be speaking to Jessie Mei Li who I’ve had a crush on for a year pray for me
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xxredcherriesxx · 21 hours ago
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water gun baptisms, only its a full firefight between the priest and the unbaptized people, and the priest’s holy water is dyed red or something and if you get the red water on you, you’re out and the priest has to go after the others.
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Song Inspired Moodboard:
“ And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be ”
‘Ghost Town’ by Kayne West
- For Anon -
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