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i am so glad you exist, even if you exist so far away from me 

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i’m the man (neil perry)

Todd Anderson x female reader

He leaves you for a man

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we’ll we’ll we’ll if it isn’t autocorrect

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henry winter you are so emotional. you are so much of that scared little boy who hated his father, only with skin grown thicker to bear his beatings. you are so desperate for somebody to see you as a human yet you can’t fathom the possibility so you make yourself a god.

you pretended to strip yourself of all feeling, of all guilt. you killed the one man who could make you laugh, who still saw you as a person, and it still wasn’t enough.

you could never escape being a man, being a burning, fiery ball of rage and guilt and fear. everybody looked at you as if you were a god, but if only they knew.

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source: @academia-lucifer

I hate how I can create amazing scenarios in my mind but I can't write a paragraph

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Franz Kafka, 1912

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(x)

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imma be their child at this point.

pov you met the murder husbands

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VIKTOR MY FAVOURITE BOYY

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

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"Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!"

~ Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

@luciferslilith7

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Tired of not winning? Try harder!

buy my prints.

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instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

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some of my best work yet

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“the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.”

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i like that the clock being 7:05 implies that will started his appointment early

appointment times do NOT apply to hannibal's special little boy

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‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony