@vmpirbloody.bsky.social
Found my eyes up in the sky like all the lights for wolves in the wild, brand-new.
@ongaku-fm.bsky.social
@demoniacos.bsky.social
I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became. rp account.
@funeralotus.bsky.social
@sad-disco.woke.cat
singing on her hairbrush microphone, kinda looks like me with the lights down low, it's her own sad disco.
@dzvilie.bsky.social
@divenism.bsky.social
@loolites.bsky.social
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ live ͏ laugh ͏ ͏lobotomy ͏ ͏lie ͏★ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ https://t.me/psycosies
@minlights.bsky.social
kitsune de fogo nas horas vagas. baterista da hurricane trailer. namorado da Runa. https://t.me/minlights
@neko.paw.rest
@nechropsie.bsky.social
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ i thought that i was dreaming when you said you love me, the start of nothing. i had no chance to prepare, i couldn't see you coming. the start of nothing.
@besosdemiel.bsky.social
@mejibray.woke.cat
@frailamb.the-gay.cat
@sartori.is-extremely.gay
@noctumpoison.rpbr.social
Love and death are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
@renascientsm.bsky.social
In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.