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a leopard with purple spots
iva wolf wrote:Few clouds were up at that hour,their pure white fluff stained with a soft mixture oF grey and orange,flowing slowly,almost not moving,sending their farewell to the sun,which fought its last battle to shine above the earth.
'When they are alone,they dare not cry but once together,they mourn like it shall never rise.How similar two different things are.' the boy thought as he walked down the street by the old railway towards his home.

my characters • wishlist bombing
i am a wishlist bomber! i have gifted 53 pets && i've gotten 21 pets.
I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed, || but they only come alive at night.
Stuck in my sheets an accustomed coffin,
I swear that I'll be fine, I'll be fine in the daylight. If I change and I start to fade, And all the green in my eyes desaturate,
it's my head
not my heart that's strayed.
I'm sorry I keep pushing you away.
pvris - ghosts

my characters • wishlist bombing
i am a wishlist bomber! i have gifted 53 pets && i've gotten 21 pets.
I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed, || but they only come alive at night.
Stuck in my sheets an accustomed coffin,
I swear that I'll be fine, I'll be fine in the daylight. If I change and I start to fade, And all the green in my eyes desaturate,
it's my head
not my heart that's strayed.
I'm sorry I keep pushing you away.
pvris - ghosts
iva wolf wrote:Few clouds were up at that hour,their pure white fluff stained with a soft mixture oF grey and orange,flowing slowly,almost not moving,sending their farewell to the sun,which fought its last battle to shine above the earth.
'When they are alone,they dare not cry but once together,they mourn like it shall never rise.How similar two different things are.' the boy thought as he walked down the street by the old railway towards his home.
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backWell tell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were youngAnd full of life and full of love...

iva wolf wrote:Few clouds were up at that hour,their pure white fluff stained with a soft mixture oF grey and orange,flowing slowly,almost not moving,sending their farewell to the sun,which fought its last battle to shine above the earth.
'When they are alone,they dare not cry but once together,they mourn like it shall never rise.How similar two different things are.' the boy thought as he walked down the street by the old railway towards his home.
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backWell tell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were youngAnd full of life and full of love...

iva wolf wrote:Few clouds were up at that hour,their pure white fluff stained with a soft mixture oF grey and orange,flowing slowly,almost not moving,sending their farewell to the sun,which fought its last battle to shine above the earth.
'When they are alone,they dare not cry but once together,they mourn like it shall never rise.How similar two different things are.' the boy thought as he walked down the street by the old railway towards his home.
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