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I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the world die

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the world die

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

I can hardly breathe today. I want to roll under my desk and stay there until the

Trying To Think How Can I Hurt Myself In The Worst Ways Possible.

Trying To Think How Can I Hurt Myself In The Worst Ways Possible.

Scribe4Haxan: Boy Staring At An Apparition (1824-25) - Francisco Goya

Scribe4Haxan: Boy Staring At An Apparition (1824-25) - Francisco Goya

I Can&Amp;Rsquo;T Believe There Will Be Tomorrow

I Can&Amp;Rsquo;T Believe There Will Be Tomorrow

Bruder Des Lichts

Bruder Des Lichts

War Command

War Command

I Died Alone A Long Long Time Ago

I Died Alone A Long Long Time Ago

I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Know What To Do With All This Hurt

I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Know What To Do With All This Hurt

Lefleur

Lefleur

Crimsonkismet: “I Thought I Breathed The Perfume In Your Blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

Crimsonkismet: “I Thought I Breathed The Perfume In Your Blood.” — Charles

Violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, Exhausted, Driven Out Of My Mind / By Tenderness And Desire.” — Alexander Pushkin, From The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “19Th Of October,”

Violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, Exhausted, Driven Out Of My Mind / By Tenderness

Finita-La-Commedia: –  Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), From “Poem Of The End”

Finita-La-Commedia: –  Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), From “Poem

Art-Is-Art-Is-Art: “Speak Not, Lie Hidden, And Conceal The Way You Dream, The Things You Feel. Deep In Your Spirit Let Them Rise Akin To Stars In Crystal Skies That Set Before The Night Is Blurred: Delight In Them And Speak No Word. How Can A Heart

Art-Is-Art-Is-Art: “Speak Not, Lie Hidden, And Conceal The Way You Dream, The

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