Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack
Space Cadet - Mary Doodles (CHECK HER OUT!) https://www.deviantart.com/marydoodles/art/Space-Cadet-258403517 Beauty leads in the same light we have bread. Stemming from the vultures of time we have been reformed to our setting. Sitting across the Galaxy was a rumination, and that rumination formed differences of opinion. Sometimes, things seem a bit haywire. Sometimes things are explicit. Wherever their tastes, the gods of the eleventh dimension have approached us without ease. They used broad strokes to formulate our character. Crazy to think, how in this plane we are interdimensional beings of the same type. It's crazy to imagine one day how different it is from the next, simply because our mind's eye isn't stable. It's crazy to imagine that it's not crazy to imagine world torture being dominant in cultural exchange and attitudinal shifts of consciousness. It's crazy, that we are just crazy. The world works in a beautiful way. Staring at the mo