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Iron by Woodkid - [x]
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  • Me: I've been working with this bigger wacom -
  • Sister: WAC-OFF!
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Dreary and wearisome. Cold, clammy winter still held sway in this forsaken country. The only green was the scum of livid weed on the dark greasy surfaces of the sullen waters. Dead grasses and rotting reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of long forgotten summers.
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he said to me,
child, I’m afraid for your soul

Supernatural AU → Serial Killers

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It’s all right, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have been baked into a lasagne.

Josh Widdicombe

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