_morbiddaisies:
5/365. White noise | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
A childhood escape | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
61/365. This side of paradise | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
88/365 | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
The only thing I want, is the last thing I need | 2017
_morbiddaisies:
Let it ease your mind... | 2017
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The night has a thousand eyes | 2017
_morbiddaisies:
So intimate is self destruction you begin to know your demons by name | 2017
_morbiddaisies:
87/365. If I'm lost, then how can I find myself?
_morbiddaisies:
86/365. Misadventures | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
84/365. "...Is this called living?" | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
83/365. In amongst it | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
82/365. I can't give you my soul | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
77/365. If I believe you | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
These fragile bones | 2017
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Where life meets living | 2017
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The truth of perfection | 2017
_morbiddaisies:
Find me cause I'll never find you | 2017
_morbiddaisies:
148/365. My demons | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
145/365. A paradise in the streets. | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
79/365. Reflections lie | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
76/365. When all the stars align. | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
I'll prove your theories wrong | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
And the weight of it all is starting to build... | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
She crashed souls to create art. And she.. She is a wreck of art | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made. | 2015
_morbiddaisies:
nineteen | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
73/365. ...So take a deep breath, let's disappear | 2016
_morbiddaisies:
72/365. The mystery of the invisible | 2016
