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~𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆,
𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔,
𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕,
𝑫𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕?~ 

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| Reader | Dreamer | Music lover | Potterhead |  Crazy | Dark academic | 

I run on coffee.

I am an open book,but written in a dead cryptic language.✩☾


Have unholy obsession with Moon, Romance and death! 
In that order probably. 


~When Oscar Wilde said to define is to limit, and Kierkegaard said what labels me, negates me~

✩𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦,𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴✩