
the dark, the mobide, the tragic freaks
Is it just the weather and the fascinating death of summer
or
just my fucked up mind playing tricks?
Who knows?
drawing by edward gorey, a brilliant artist but creepily romantic
at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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finding yourself is hard. I'll hope you will some day.
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