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Anybody know what this style is called?
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Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney - Destino
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Writhing
Fuck all those months of not feeling good enough. I thought you were better than this but apparently not. All I wanted was some physical comfort as the rest of my life was falling apart. But apparently as reward for my optimism you gave me disappointment. You didn’t even have the decency to tell me that it was over. Instead I got to languish in my despair. letting it seep in. you said you liked things being well defined but that was but a cruel joke. I have reached my capacity of sorrow so anger is the only emotion I am capable of right now. How could you FUCKING do this to me?
