

The Cult of the Three MoonsThe world was not right. Something about it seemed wrong. Maybe the mist curling through the dead forest, illuminated only by pale moonlight, was contributing to this. Or the three moons, and the stalks of plants swaying gently despite the lack of wind, had something to do with it.The Cult of the Three Moons
For Jared Hale, places like this were normal. He was in his mid-twenties, and had been dreaming of these places for the past four years.
Well, he could only define these occurrences as dreams. They only happened at night when he went to sleep.
But how could he explain, when he woke up, why he was always fully-clothed, with sig
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Happiness is a curtain of surreality that people fall in love with because Despair broke their hearts too many times
I wanted to turn into a vegetarian, but then I heard it made you a sparkly faggot
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Happiness is a curtain of surreality that people fall in love with because Despair broke their hearts too many times
I wanted to turn into a vegetarian, but then I heard it made you a sparkly faggot
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...in the cookie jar.
=kazumitsu: "I know the internet has to have an art project where someone collected poop and poored glitter on it."
~draak-shadow: "Yeah, it's called Edward Cullen."
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