suffering is my religion.
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Stories by alivia ₊˚ ・₊ ♱
oh honey.
i knew from the start that you were a work of priceless art and i would sell my soul to have you.
don't read my diary
this is what the deranged voices in my head sing to me when i go to sleep.
trigger warning: mentions of viole...