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idk

i want to throw it all up but i cant

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‘sauce?’ bro, divine intuition

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odd shit I’ve made in infinite craft ♡︎

fucking Yeezus 😭💀

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wikihow how to stop wanting to km$

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[TW: SH cuts, bruises]

Old art of basil that I never finished :) don’t mind that some parts are not colored.

Constructive criticism is very much appreciated!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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~ Hiii ignore this if you want I’m just writing down my ideas for a story :)) NO HATE TO COLBY THIS IS JUST FAN MADE

“What?” Sam gasped, not believing what he was hearing.

“I think you’re just being dramatic, Sam. These dreams are getting ridiculous. It been 3 months for Christs sake.” Colby’s words slithered like poison in and out through Sam’s ears. He at least expected for Colby to support him. Sam had been having this one reoccurring dream where Sallie had been sitting in front of him. Sam… was sitting on the pentagram is the conjuring house.

He thought that if he told Colby, he might be able to help him; make him feel safe.

But no, all Colby was doing was telling Sam that he was being dramatic. Sam’s breath hitched, trying to keep back tears.