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Nobody knows pretty girls make graves

Worn: Seniha. Weiland Set @ COSMOPOLITAN EVENT Besom~ Hylde Vibing — Elizabeth Necklace — Onyx @ N21 Yummy – Eclipse Septum Cosmetic: –SU!- Sparkling Holiday Eyeshadow .euphoric ~Becky Makeup&Eyes Collection ~[Genus] Pose: Lyrium. Blogger Series Set 2 Decor: MINIMAL – Insomnia Bedroom Room  anxiety %apt830 murder table anxiety %apt830 torture chair anxiety %apt830 knives anxiety… Continue reading Nobody knows pretty girls make graves
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Too much time, losing track of us Where was the real? Undefined, spiraling out of touch Forgot how it feels All the messed up fights and slamming doors Magnifying all our flaws And I wonder why, wonder what for It’s like we keep coming back for more   Hair: Besom – Cheeky in Browns Dress: LB – […] Continue reading
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Turn back Time

Head Skin: Glam Affair – Denise ( LeLutka Applier ) America **NEW!!** ❥ Uber Head:  LeLutka Bento Head Chleo 3.0 Hair: *Besom Hair~Fire *Gothics* Body Body: MAITREYA MESH BODY – LARA Clothing Top: SPIRIT – Fortuna top long sleeves  **NEW!!** ❥ Uber Scarf: SPIRIT – Fortuna scarf **NEW!!** ❥ Uber Jeans: SPIRIT – Fortuna high-waisted flare jeans…


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Present Time

 Presents abounding our little house and little Aerwen was so excited. So excited in fact, she climbed on one of the presents and sat there fidgeting like a horse prancing in the rain right before a race. We did have some fun making her wait fo…
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The Cascading Pallor of Ghostless Feather

Red birds escape from my wounds and return as falling snowTo sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodiesThe snow, the bitter snowfallYou long to die in her pale arms, crystallineTo become an ode to silenceIn the soul of a mountain of bird…
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The Cascading Pallor of Ghostless Feather

Red birds escape from my wounds and return as falling snowTo sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodiesThe snow, the bitter snowfallYou long to die in her pale arms, crystallineTo become an ode to silenceIn the soul of a mountain of bird…
Original content from SL Fashion Directory