histórias de Vaporwave

A young man who wakes up in the middle of a rainforest who has no memory of who he is and what happened enters a portal to a dimension of a Vaporwave place

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cover by me some pictures by me, most found online. if u see urs here pls say and ill add credit. mainly to cope and think etc. cover by me. mostly grunge, kawaii, and yamikawaii. tw for gore, self harm/suicidal themes, medical themes, yandere themes, yamikawaii/menhera themes and possibly bright colours.

Eu não lembro mais teu nome, nem da cor do teu cabelo. Eu não lembro mais de ti nem do formato do teu rosto em forma de morango. Do gosto de cada parte do teu corpo que minha língua tocou. Eu que nunca sonhei com você.

Vaporwave inspired poetry.

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.

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I dreamed the impossible dream, a dream of dopamine fueled desire. Humanity willingly baptized under the bright blue waters of Bondi beach, pleasure now within reach. Embracing the identity of a iDrone, living beneath clear skies in a Eco friendly Bio-Dome, devoid of difference in chromosome. No residual individual, just another clone.

This book is one part art journal, one part mysticism, one part shitpost. You will never forget this book. I will make sure of it.

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.

une course dans le futur

read and understand.

kamy x vaporwave fanfic: kamy finds a vaporwave track and then they both become lovers... i think. read the fucking story you fucking dumbass

just a guide to the different aesthetics✨ chapter guide: 💿vaporwave 🔥grunge ((more coming, I'll add as i publish more chapters c:

Just a collection of unrelated short stories about a girl called Luna written by yours truly. Enjoy! <3

𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨.

ＵＭ ＥＳＰＥＣＴＲＯ ＲＯＮＤＡ Ａ ＥＵＲＯＰＡ. Obra original de Karl Marx e Friedrich Engels, retraduzida pra você aqui no Wattpad.

Dear Reader, Reminiscence is a collection of my thoughts and feelings. Only ever to be updated when I'm feeling like it. As a reader, it's your choice to enjoy it, or not. It's your choice to relate to it, or not. It's your life, and it's up to you to choose what you do with it. I'm just going through the roller coaster of life, and bringing you along for the ride. Sincerely, n i h i l i s m