Jun 12
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I summoned the spring storm and then cried.
My heart was torn to pieces!
Inspo below!
I’m genuinely sitting at my desk and crying because I can’t freaking do it
My breaths will surely grow smoky and appear on the things blocking my view
They say that praying to be loved is a sin
It has such a sweet scent
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye
I summoned you on purpose. I died — my heart rotted to nothing
thanks to coincidence i was scrolling through your blog while listening to a piano cover of spring storm by John/tooboe and when i checked a translatin of the lyrics, it kinda made me think of alone mc, just wanted to share ^u^
I watched the lyric video and it inspired me to make an art piece!
Not sure if I did it justice or not, but I tried! :’]
It’s a really good song though! I never read the lyrics till now and I totally see where you’re coming from!
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Can't have shit in Detroit Aalborg.
My balcony is the top floor, it got no cover from heavy winds like today. My poor potted plant..
But I don't dare stepping outside myself, while the current storm is going..
A super coolio shun-ran malleus art I did yeah
A girl opens the WEEKEND GARAGE's door, the bell ringing, and the familiarity is immediately striking. The long pink hair, the blue eyes, even her skin tone - it's exactly like her, but her fashion is completely different, with an extremely gothic style. She sits beside a table, reading the menu.
@listening-from-the-inside
An soon walks over to the girl’s table, notepad in hand
Welcome to WEEKEND GARAGE! What can I get for you?