Oh to be held captive with an artist's block and literally see nothing but books and assignments hovering around you along with mathematics clouding your mind.

Oh to be me :')

In the midst of the highs and lows, between the people of God is a soul that wanders; corrupt, never pure, his heart is of black magic and his blood cold with death but what mattered was the gold that bled.

Come, he'll lure you, come he'll cut through you, come, he promised he'll love you.
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I haven't posted this on instagram yet and I plan to after making another accompanying edit.