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MEMEQUEEN (Call me Dia :p)
Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
United Kingdom

Glass Circle Bullet (Grey) by Gasara Dia | Aromantic | UK | Female Glass Circle Bullet (Grey) by Gasara
Time stops and stands still each day, Seems like a year I'm lost and can't be found,
In this darkness, I lay dying, Cold, Empty, and alone.
It holds me down and won't let go, There is no escaping, it consumes me
until there's nothing left. I may look fine, But on the inside I'm full of death
F2U Moon by Adorelee

02 by pastel-meme Stamp 23 - Roses by xXxNatalie sweet dreams by Starribunni

Code by FakeSmile-Fennec



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 When your school blocks discord on the computers and you wanna roleplay w/ DeeForce and the others ;oooooooo;
My friend is going abroad for 2 months so we got her a gift and she started crying love her :heart::heart::heart:
I'm seriously gonna die if I don't find out what song this is HHHHHHH.
Anyone know what song it is at 3.07 in this video??
Yes I am Yuri on ice trash btw.
ok so im bored so i'll do some free sketches.
examples of my work are on my traditional account
Ok so I'm re-writing chapter 1 of Undead Arc and I just wrote this paragraph that made me cry idk why lol.

These were the rules that bound us to the derelict, old rickety town. We didn't want to be bound to that damn town. We wanted to be free. We wanted to live with our mother on the sweet, pine-smelling mountains and fields of Ireland. We wanted to run, scream, laugh and play. We wanted nothing more than to live without chains. Back then, we didn't know that our mother had passed away, whilst we were dreaming of watching the sun rise and rolling in the grass, down the hills. We were 6 and 7 then. We had as much fun as we could with those blood-lined chains binding us. Running as fast as we could, down concrete lanes instead of grassy hills. Rolling in the dirt and smelling the smokey depression of the dark town. Smiling whilst everyone else frowned, sneered and shouted at us. We were weird. We were loud. We had issues. But. We had each over. In that dark, self-destructive, bloody, mess of all messes, horrible world. We weren't alone.



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