Midnight.*
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And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Joined: May 19, 2016
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Location: Second star to the right.
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Location: Second star to the right.
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-Musician, Artinst, Amateur ilustrator without a Stylux; aspiring crazy scientist trapped
in laboratory.
-Microbiology.
-Poetry in loving memory of Edgar Allan Poe & William Shakespeare.
-Oscar Wilde.
-Friedrich Nietzsche.
-Loving every living organism on earth.
-Nature.
-Rock & Metal.
-Animalist.
-Doom foggy forests are better to die.
-Victorian dresses would had fixed me so well.
October 7th, 1849.
Twitter: @DrearyRaven
Instagram: Gloomydesires
Quotes by Midnight.*
It's depressing how horrible reality can become as we
grow up.
Is so sad to find out that all those things fairy tales sold us as kids only existed in our dreams.
It's hard when we open our eyes and see the real world.
And then we must accept...
That we will never be the same again.
Is so sad to find out that all those things fairy tales sold us as kids only existed in our dreams.
It's hard when we open our eyes and see the real world.
And then we must accept...
That we will never be the same again.
Today I learned...
That I hate everyone.
That I hate everyone.
If I only
could
Make a deal with god
Get him to swap our places
I'd be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Running up that building.
Make a deal with god
Get him to swap our places
I'd be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Running up that building.
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not easy to stop from screaming
The words escape me when I try to speak
Tears flow, but why am I crying
After all I'm not afraid of dying
Don't I believe that there never is an end
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all.
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all.
The hardest part of ending...
is starting again.
is starting again.
When you are no longer part of me
Your memory will clip from the many small stars,
Then the sky will be so nice
That everyone will love the night.
Your memory will clip from the many small stars,
Then the sky will be so nice
That everyone will love the night.
I know you will be a
star...
In somebody else sky.
In somebody else sky.
It is a
happiness to
wonder;
It is a happiness to dream.