pochita's lab
A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
Information
- pochita has 2051 creatures
- Joined on August 24th, 2020
Achievements
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ii. it's leg day. happy leg day! | |
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gave you so much for you to act like a martyr | |
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ii. refuge in an angel's throat | |
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a little sweeter if you please | |
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always burning. always dark. | |
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an angel no one deserved | |
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are you still doing the right thing | |
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by the fire, i'll follow you down | |
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can you handle me the way you are | |
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delusions of you and only you | |
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dressed up for judgement day | |
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even my guts hate me | |
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glamrocking the coastguard | |
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glass coffin | |
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GO TO BED ON TIME | |
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granite eyes track you as you approach | |
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green and gold glory | |
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hello again | |
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i often wish i never dreamt | |
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i read the dictionary for FUN | |
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i resolved to starve you of me | |
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i'll regret you someday | |
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I'M SENDING YOU TO MY LOW | |
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i'm your point of no return | |
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ii. all the wrong meanings | |
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it's a blessing -- to me, it's a lesson | |
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it's not a happy ending. | |
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just give me a minute to expain | |
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long nights -- dark eyes | |
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longing and pining | |
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low-poly transparent haze | |
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made of styrofoam | |
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no shame in your moonlight | |
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not very good at being human | |
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oh how your gaze cuts deep | |
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play a lil more if you can take it | |
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present danger to my health | |
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pummeling metal-rain | |
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relative sense of permanence | |
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she might have called it redemption | |
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six in the morning and my day's barely over | |
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stray tastes of moonsugar | |
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that awful. startling beauty | |
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that's not constructive criticism | |
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the edge of the night | |
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the standards to which you can hold me | |
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the truth is a roof you can bend | |
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tidal wave of empty feeling | |
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time is just a memory of our sins | |
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too loved for their own good |