Vaporwave Stories

This book is designed to help GUIDE you to start off your aesthetic and you take it from there 🙃 (BEING EDITED)

En el año futurista y totalmente imaginado del 2112, el mundo está en paz. La guerra ya no existe y los humanos viven en paz unos con otros sin que les importen los objetos materiales y más interesados en preservar el conocimiento. La historia se desarrolla en una pequeña ciudad llamada "Tierra Baja", que es una localidad algo aislada de la sociedad donde la gente se dedica a la botánica. Sin embargo la tranquilidad y serenidad se desvanecen cuando de repente llega una compañía dedicada a la arquitectura que se hace llamar "Polygon Corp." interesada en llenar de edificios y construcciones modernas a Tierra Baja que está bastante desactualizada según palabras del dueño.

A fairy tale until it isn't. But the ending is worth the wait. Florence is a joshu - a painting that came to life. After being given away as promotion, she, her sister Yenri, and her new friend Joe attempt to change their situation through music. However, nothing is bulletproof, and a series of serious mistakes leaves Flor alone and afraid, but destined to reunite with her sister and define her identity as an independent person. But doing that isn't easy, and nothing could prepare her for the places it takes her.

Part two of my aesthetic songs series ♥️

This includes spoilers. All Danganronpa games Included. I dont own these pictures.

In the dim underbelly of Gliptipnion's cyber-warped cityscape, Glipp wakes in a busted DRNX-4 drone coupe, deep behind the Drainlight Casino. The air is syrup-thick, his Monac-o-Meter blinks green, and the last thing spinning is a glowing BuzzBallz FizzRiot in the cupholder. But this isn't just another comedown-leakforms have been detected. With a grin and a whisper-"Still me. Still swerved."-Glipp slaps the splice and tears through space-time into Null-VIP, a haunted, forbidden district where only ghosts and glitched realities dwell. Pursued by unknown forces demanding the return of the FizzRiot, Glipp doesn't run. He drinks. Reality shatters beneath him. The tale ends mid-fall. A euphoric, rage-soaked transmission from the depths of the Glippverse. Drone Swerve '87 isn't a story-it's a splicepass.

This story represent my OC'S story /backstory She lives at Qwenville She is a teenage girl with a normal life! And she is very kind and she isn't that smart at school She has a big whole family live in the same town and her closest friend Simon Also! if you wanna see some art of her Please check out my main acc in FB! or maybe my youtube channel! My channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFCsVNMmCDjjpn06qz5mYnQ?view_as=subscriber My FB: https: //www.facebook.com/caitlinmae.relacruz My Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kate_sparkle15/

¿Buscas música nueva y no sabes dónde empezar? Pásale, mi'jo! Aquí encontrarás de mucho. Hasta géneros que tal vez no conozcas. Básicamente las canciones que me gustan, aunque claro igual puedes recomendar. Para gustos hay colores (así se dice?) y si no te agrada, puedes hacer como si esto jamás existió jaja. --- la imágen de la portada no es mía, sólo la edite un poco. Creditos al autor que no sé quien es :^ Todos los autores de las canciones, bandas, compositores, etc etc. Son de su propiedad, solo quiero que se den una vuelta a ver si alguna les gusta. Estamos para compartir.

Book feelings. Sadboy hours. Music.

Vaporwave inspired poetry.

when JizzJuice Jr falls in love with the small version of him he should have regretted it, he now has fallen in love with a yandere Neko version of him

Imajinate eztar con el ombre te tus zueños, ahora en bersion fanfik en veneficio del arte. una obra de fixion que trata de ilistrar los problemaz de la zosiedad actual

aesthetic images from pinterest, + my own covers, collages, and more. i will take r e q u e s t s !

Here we are! New book!

Tem vergonha. Acende um cigarro atrás do outro para disfarçar sua timidez. Ah essa sua timidez. Que lhe faz ficar calado quando devia falar e falar quando devia ficar calado. Quando chegou perto dela sentiu o suor escorrer pelas suas costas. Pensou em acender outro cigarro mas não queria pagar de fumante descolado perto dela.