You only get one name, don't waste it

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a hot and blazing sun beats down on the backs of those who pray for the moon’s hauntingly soft light. these are the legends your parents never spoke of; not out of ignorance but rather fear. murmur my sins while the world falls apart.

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an abandoned city is never truly empty, the same cannot be said for the metropolis that overflows with people. there’s nothing like wandering, knowing exactly where you should be heading and taking a step in literally any other direction.

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ringlet curls, shining gold in the midday sun; pretty girls like her are the ones that work the most. porcelain skin save at her hands where suddenly reality becomes apparent and you wish for nothing but to hold them.

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this is it, the last chance. you either make it today or you give up the right to see tomorrow. a storm is brewing but nothing matters once you’re in the eye of the hurricane.

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retro-chic without trying to, the neon leg warmers just call out to them. an everlasting spirit of youth paired with naïve dreams they have no right to. the night could last all day if you just close the blinds, baby.

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dial her up, hear the slow beep on the other end, hang up (again). life has been too hard to do something as soft as whispering on the phone. 

hey guys gonna turn off the ask box just for a little while until i get at least half of the requests done !!! sorry it’s just that we’re getting more than we can handle atm

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horse riding into the sunset, more for the irony than for the romance. there’s a certain sense of genuine hope mixed with cynical fear that seems to linger when they enter a room.

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