Castiel

Lol love your pfp

Hi XD it's me. Got a new Wattpad account because I keep forgetting my passwords

Bro I did you I had exs 
          
          Wtf 
          
          I'm not attacking you 
          
          I'm speaking 
          
          attacking is like sending threats and shit 
          
          Ya also I have freedom of speech too and a mental illness
          
          So...
          
          Yeah 
          
          You sent a second one attacking me 
          
          and third one targeting us 
          
          So dont fucking sit there and say that shit 
          
          also if you dont like it block me
          
          then 
          
          I don;t give two fucks 
          
          Also some smart black people don;t even support it because its all bullshit the cop was wrong get the fuck over it 
          
          He's in jail move ONNNN

THE FUCK IS THIS NEW UPDATE. 

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          Like yellow parchment is his skin
          A great black hole serve's as the nose that never grew
          You must be always on your guard
          Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
          ■□■□■□■□■
          Those who speak of what they know
          Find, too late, that prudent silence is wise
          Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
          Keep your hands at the level of your eyes
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          (So I'm drawing and then suddenly in my head all I can hear is "Please sir I need money!" "It's the depression, we all need money"     And they were so alive and after everything went quiet all I could think was "Who are you people?"      
          
          It was pretty surreal. ) 

»»——⍟——««
             I remember there was mist
          Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake
            There were candles all around
          And on the lake, there was a boat
           And in the boat, there was a man
          »»——⍟——««
             Who was that shape in the shadows?
          Whose is the face in the mask?
          »»——⍟——««
          
          
          (LMAO okay so I was talking to a person with the username Crackhead_Energy, I gave them crackhead energy, they told me to stop being creepy? Like gurl if you say you have crackhead energy expect it? Anyway her name is Emily, she's 14, and thinks going to Walmart in her pajamas is crackhead energy) 

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          Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
             Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
          Silently, the senses abandon their defenses
             Helpless to resist the notes I write
          For I compose the music of the night
            ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
             Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
          Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
             Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
          Hard as lightening, soft as candlelight
             Dare you trust the music of the night?
            ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
          
          (It's not night time but I had to say something and if I fuck my aesthetic I'll cry-  I told my friend I was indigenous and she fucking blocked me everywhere. What the fuck lmaoo, sorry you were born with no culture) 

          .・。.・゜✭・
          In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
          That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
          And do I dream again? For now I find
          The Phantom of the Opera is there
          Inside my mind
          .・。.・゜✭・
          Sing once again with me our strange duet
          My power over you grows stronger yet
          And though you turn from me to glance behind
          The Phantom of the Opera is there
          Inside your mind
          .・。.・゜✭・
          
          
          
          
          (   People; We celebrate the 4th to celebrate the country with fireworks! 
           My dad, an army veteran; aaaaaa loud boom scary wtf guys no   ) 
          

Me; *watches Hamilton movie*
          
          Me; wow that was great I'm glad I stayed with the musical for four years
          
          Popular Kids at my School who bullied me for liking it; Wow it was so good, I've always liked it
          
          Me: the fuck

    *＊✿❀　❀✿＊*
          Little Lotte let her mind wander
             
              You remember that, too? 
          
          Little Lotte thought, am I fonderof dolls   
          or of goblins, of shoes, or of riddles, of frocks 
                  
             Those picnics in the attic 
              Or of chocolates
          
           Father playing the violin 
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