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I hate when I have so much to say and yet I have nobody to tell
Missing your childhood, thinking about your memories, when your mother wrapped you in a soft blanket, feeling the warm feeling of a hug, when you went on a vacation with your parents on a midnight and saw the sun rise..but if you stop to look at each memory, you can see it, they are blurry, with soft tones of the white sunlight, or with no color at all, what was the color of the blanket your mother used to give you, it was blue, was it..?
I hate how easily distracted I can be
Like I could be animating for one in a month then I'm busy playing Cookie Run Kingdom
random Oc lore drop
“After losing one’s wings, they tose you away, after every humiliating moment of your fall, there’s a moment of… not peace… contempt.”
“Then you’ll see, there’s more, and they went through the same as you. But don’t think this is some kind of therapy group.”
“When you first get there, you’ll see, there’s tears, everywhere. Everyone there is morning, be it what they’re morning, that’s beyond me.”
I, without saying a single word to another, knowing I would die there, made a deal. They knew what I went through, and, be it that they took pity of me or not, took me into their abode. Which happened to be hell.”
“I have few dreams, but sometimes, when I do, they are of this. Lets just say my bed-mate don’t really enjoy it… hehe…”
an interview with the singer of Daized_Glimmer