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Had to stop drawing because iPad was at 1% 😔
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If you were to write a story with me as the lead, it would certainly be a Tragedy.
Ken Kaneki
I’ll tell who the lowest are, the mass murders who’ve become billionaires off the corpses of countless fools.
1976
#TRADGIC LOST FOR HIS #CHILDREN AND #FAMILY ROBBED AND MURDERED PEACEFUL LOVING FAMILY MAN...#HELP ANY BODY 💞💞🕊🕊🕊 https://www.instagram.com/p/CdWRlHcpIiH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
i’m going to be making references to Lunatics all the time now and no one I know but scott would understand them
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Tin Face
There is a face that lives inside my window, His lips are always blue.
I ask who he looks for, Where does he lie his head?
He says the night is hard, He has no feather bed.
I tell him I’ll welcome him in, Protect him from the storm.
He says the dark would follow him. For him there is no warm.
He stays inside my window, I have no fear of him.
He wars against his shadows, His eyes eyes full to the brim.
He lives inside my window, His lips are always blue.
I tell him to come in, Rest from war against the cruel.
He says he is my guardian, So the moon won’t wander in.
Let me warm your lips for you, Together we could win.
He says he is in love with me, But he has a soul of tin.
He lives inside my window, Tormented by his sin.
He never will be mine. Our souls are made of tin.
-H.J.