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about

marco+elias+cujo , he/it/"that thing"
❍ leo ☾ capricorn ⇡ saggitarius
#7teen. queer autistic latino.
[ENG/ESP]
masc/fem terms.

<- artwork by jenna barton

likes/INTERESTS

video games, slasher films, danganronpa, punk rock and metal, drawing, fnaf/dsaf, cosplay, sonic, DBD, creepypasta/MH, musicals, gameplay youtubers, werewolves and canine folklore

highlighted - favs !

friends/partners

sylvie (<>), sova (<3<), jupiter, tim, luciel, ethan, locket, grim, creature, kamiya, wally, tomie, parker, malachi, may, amicah, kenny, cye, kamryn, danica, riley, MJ, milo + many more <3

italic - irl friends !

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do not interact

basic criteria, against abortion, endo "system", traumagen fakeclamer, interact with people that have a problem w me or my friends, misuse tone tags, anti-recovery/proana, dsmp fan, morally/financially support crk, hoyoverse, idv, etc.

b4 you interact

i have bpd and that may affect interactions with me, i swear often, i make nsfw jokes, i need tone tags, i get distracted and switch topics easily, critical of interests, i use typing quirks for fun sometimes but will always supply a translation if needed/asked.

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music

slipknot, kwite, rob zombie, xavleg, cannibal corpse, type o negative, bikini kill, bratmobile, kittie, gen strike, circle jerks, vial, she/her/hers, the front bottoms, mommy long legs, shauna dean cokeland, mitski, the living tombstone, ++

highlighted - favs !

socials/games

xenomorphiliac - tiktok
microwaved.maggots - instagram
irreverentdisease - tumblr, pinterest, spotify
yautjalovemail - twitter

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I love you, I love you, I love you. <>
I'd listen to you late into the night, hanging onto every word until I couldn't keep up with what was leaving your mouth. I'd cling to you with every ounce of life in me, thanking you for staying, thanking you for even showing up. I'd cradle you and tell you I'm here, just as you do for me. Forever your shoulder to cry on. I'd never want it any other way.

    " He was pointing at the moon, but I was staring at his hand. "

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    I hate you, I need you. <3<
    Speaking to you feels like a weighted blanket. Heavy, constricting, comforting, warm. I imagine holding you would be the same. Something feral, clutching your hand like I may lose it at any moment. You give me icicles in my chest and fire in my stomach like sipping fresh whiskey in a snowbed. I've grown so much with you, developed thorns I never could've dreamed of alone. Thank you.

      "I didn't fall for you, you fucking tripped me. "