Riska Seval𓂃 ོ𓂃

i love all of you, even the anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, the innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, hitmen, idiots, the mysterious, mute, lesbos, fa-

@our_decay The east van tattoo is insane

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we will be punished for posting. God will sentence us to live in the Landfill of information for eternity.

It's Sol de Janeiro. And trust, it works if you want to manipulate a diabetic into falling in love with you.

@alivegirl001101 youtube.com/watch?v=9pc1lM… This game changed everything for me

Kissing I hope they caught us

@alivegirl001101 Let me be dramatic. I am getting into character.

@mathlovewar Nooo

You're on earth. There is no cure for that. "Ah but love!" Wrong. That is the two-faced long con pathogen that pulls the lamb's head under tires.

There is nothing for me except Ravel.

I spent all day facing the pig in me which neither death nor insult can kill.

We squander our personalities in orgies of coexistence

Is the “homeless” “unhoused” distinction predicated on the idea that the street dweller has made themself a home, in spite of not having a house! If that’s the case, many “housed” must be in a sense… homeless

I used to save the dramatics for death, marriage, destructive longing. Now I feel the shock and the Great sense of loss when I am too awkward at a party or when the boy I like hearts the wrong girl’s photo or when I see a cat that looks like my own.

This brief dalliance with freedom could never overcome the lacerating shackles inside me that seek to know the truth.

I need the oblivion that keeps a woman content. Understanding will continue to destroy me.

Things become trends right as they evaporate before our eyes. Those trend setters and copywriters are like vultures, sniffing death out before it happens

Had a dream last night: Love Party - Riska Seval (Justin Timberlake demo - prod by The Neptunes, unreleased) Hey boy Hey amigo Come to my love party I wish I could see the day I let go of you. Give me a chance Give me a chance Amigo. We make mistakes We follow our heart Come to my love party Amigo------

@selfconch Texted

Despite whatever harsh moral authority I seem to impose, I have considered prostituting myself in order to click check out on the Real Real.

The cat does not even care that I’m sick as a dog and I finally understand why people would consider masturbatory self abuse in their spare time which they seem to have infinite amounts of.

By the time I write anything worthy, everyone would have forgotten English in favor of Mandarin.