my love for the devil

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell” -Oscar Wilde
Cherry

Borders of Sleep: Nightmare I.P.

I have come to the borders of sleep And slip in a land that exists Only in my mind I walk in shadow swept valleys Long forgotten memories Hiding in the crevices Come creeping out

The double glazing salesman 2/12

An hour or so later she’d heard enough polite chat to last her for ages, so she flew back to the Witches’ Home and walked through to the front lawn.

The double glazing salesman 1/12

“No. I do not need double glazing, I already have double glazing, I must have told you at least ten times already, do not to ring me at this number again!”

Half-Life, Ch. 3

We take a break from the possible supernatural to dive into Harper's social life and explore her options there. Don't worry, we'll be back to it soon.

Anarchia

Time is distorted like a Van Gogh clock, morals relativized till nothing shocks beasts on the street carrying purses and holding leashes, freed from factory yokes

Crying at the moon

This bed is too big without you in it this pillow is not as soft as your body sit up i cant stand this christ this use to be great now its too late oh stand by the window

My Sunshine

the nights when I lose you, I’ll find you in the sunrise.
Cherry

Pointillism

Cherry

bicycles

you've seen them, right?

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