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matilda's infamy
POSTED ON Mar 25, 2021 23:17:33 GMT
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[attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-imagebg"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-image"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-about"] DELUSIONS & WHISKEY SOUR bundled in a singular person who thought they knew it all. The origin of a tower filled with the dead, and the rays of the living beckoning for her to be bled. Lavender is filled with ghosts and so is the rest of the world, empty; awaiting for the right moment. She shall be there too, whiskey in her coffee and a hunger awaiting to be quench. [attr="id","pkmn-infamy1"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-coverh1 pkmn-infamy1-coverh1Top"]matildainfamy files [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-coverh1 pkmn-infamy1-coverh1Side"]matildainfamy files [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-cover"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-coverimg"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-lock material-icons"]lock [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-underwater"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-iconic material-icons"]lock_open [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-panel"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-waves pkmn-w1"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-title"]public [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-contbg"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-content"] 001 whiskey is my drug a sensation of sobriety which has always been so fleeting. wake up, make coffee, and poor whiskey with milk and creme. giggling, laughing, 'perhaps you would look better when sober', a sway -- a getaway.[break][break] 002 gluttonous knowledge eater, devouring, always consuming. the queen must be fed. books litter the ground, papers are strewn about. no matter the place, no matter the time. endless nights are met with information, the world so wide and vast, it makes her feel sick. 003 kantonian, overwhelmed beyond the four walls, there should be nothing but a void, however, the calling of life came by just a knock. she held her hand out and the girl took it. radiant, bright, her breath is taken away -- she can't look back to the four walls and the room littered in old paper and ink. it's hard, this vast freedom she cannot understand. [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-waves pkmn-w2"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-title"]league [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-contbg"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-content"] 001 her unfaithful hunger causes the league to doubt her loyalty to their cause; she is flamboyant and often causes grief and short comings. she stays, as far as they are aware, because she is in love with knowledge and they hold it on a stick for her to fetch. [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-waves pkmn-w3"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-title"]rocket [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-contbg"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-content"] 001 dearest father must make his dues; choking, sinking, a lie she tells herself. whom she thought was her father was not him. stolen and raised, come collect the dues. the man who raised her ran far, leaving his creation in a house too far. [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-waves pkmn-w4"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-title"]private [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-contbg"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-content"] 001 freedom & paradise are dead in the eyes of a child left alone. delusions and anxiety, a mixture of what could possibly be. "he'll come back," she whispers under her breath when he turned his back to her. sixteen, no better, she awaits. and still she waits. 002 music and she (sofia olson ) go hand in hand, what a beautiful sunshine. her words, her life, she is taken aback. they have come so far-- looking back, they have come a long way. curiosity, she wants to indulge. touches, senses all clouded together. a music playing so softly, strings are plucked, her reality, her music. whispers and well wishes, pillow talk and skin to skin. "don't let go." [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-waves pkmn-w5"] [attr="class","pkmn-infamy1-title"]back to |
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