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WE MADE IT YAYYY

a coffin is too ordinary for your body, I'd bury you in my own arms

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i dont care that they were evil, OBJECTIVELY BETTER SONG

everyday i weep because Under Our Spell by The Dazzlings was a fake song curated by magic autotune

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i'm finally where i belong with all the other queer losers god bless the internet

officially diagnosed with loser lesbian syndrome

its terminal

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maybe i hope hard enough, i'll fly

lalalala im gonna run into a wall lalalalalA-

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by that logic im going to jump off the twin tower and be perfectly fine

lalalala im gonna run into a wall lalalalalA-

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you'll crack your skull open

lalalala im gonna run into a wall lalalalalA-

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IT WAS ON FOR 2 SECOND SBEFORE U LEFT

i just remembered i was supposed to say something from your account @felix-going-insane

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I DIDNT FORGET. I TOLD U

i just remembered i was supposed to say something from your account @felix-going-insane

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I TOLD U

i just remembered i was supposed to say something from your account @felix-going-insane

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tagged me like i dont know the answer😭

i dont have peole to tag so 😭 my moots are all very cool and they scare me :) but if yall see this join in fs

chat two truths one lie

Tagging people bc this is fun!!

@changeling-offical @leviathan-offical @catboy-offical @can-tab-eater-offical @skribuggmicake @ur-least-fav-gal-offical @archangel-uriel-offical @vanity-reblogs @nerdwholikesnerdythings and ofc tags are open <3

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HOW DO U WRITE THINGS

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this is for all my moots and people who see this somehow (with love)

hi! [flicks you]

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EXACTLYYY

i found my old draft for my book

Estelle Paris Rosi (POV)

I shivered in anticipation as I stood before the Golden Arches of  Rosewood Academy. Inhaling sharply, I wobbled towards the steps, almost immediately falling to the ground. As I braced myself for impact, I landed on weaved tendrils of vine and plant, cushioning my fall. I looked up to see a girl with soft pink curls and blue eyes looking back at me with concern. “Are you alright?” She asked.  I quickly nodded and brushed the dust off my clothes when I caught a glimpse of a very familiar crest pinned on her uniform.  “ You’re Elizabeth Briar!?” I asked, probably a bit too loudly, people turning back. 

“I am. You’re Aelia?” she asked inquisitively, as I cringed at the old nickname. Being called “Aelia” felt like a reminder of the constant years of being trapped in that house of glass, years spent playing instruments I hated, singing songs of freedom I'll never have. I simply nodded and turned towards the glistening archway, the blinding shine of the sun and gold greeting me with challenge, as Elizabeth shielded her eyes with her forearm, squinting and eyes watering. “How in death’s domain are you not crying right now?”  “Comes with the gift I suppose” I shrugged. A shrill bell resounded harshly in the air. It was time to go. I shook her hand, smiled and walked up the steps. After an awkward few minutes swerving out of the way of seniors and other just-as- lost students, my eyes found the class I was supposed to be at: an engraving in a foreign language I didn't understand decorated the weathered door as i saw a glimpse of my life for the next 3 years.

 I saw Libby, sitting on a table, chatting with a blue- haired boy, smiling and giggling. As I entered, libby waved me over enthusiastically, practically dragging me over to a small huddle of four. “This is Hosuh.” She points over to the blue-haired boy, as he just waves and smiles serenely. “I’m nyx” A girl responded, not bothering to look up from her jacket, brushing her hands on the leather. ewewew its so old n bad i dont like the expositon at ALL but yeah, i havent posted my writing in forever @just-a-silly-jellyfish @st4rrylavendersk1es

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I AMMM i do have something w this plot, but i kight just scarp this and strat over, but i dont know how to start narratives at all

i found my old draft for my book

Estelle Paris Rosi (POV)

I shivered in anticipation as I stood before the Golden Arches of  Rosewood Academy. Inhaling sharply, I wobbled towards the steps, almost immediately falling to the ground. As I braced myself for impact, I landed on weaved tendrils of vine and plant, cushioning my fall. I looked up to see a girl with soft pink curls and blue eyes looking back at me with concern. “Are you alright?” She asked.  I quickly nodded and brushed the dust off my clothes when I caught a glimpse of a very familiar crest pinned on her uniform.  “ You’re Elizabeth Briar!?” I asked, probably a bit too loudly, people turning back. 

“I am. You’re Aelia?” she asked inquisitively, as I cringed at the old nickname. Being called “Aelia” felt like a reminder of the constant years of being trapped in that house of glass, years spent playing instruments I hated, singing songs of freedom I'll never have. I simply nodded and turned towards the glistening archway, the blinding shine of the sun and gold greeting me with challenge, as Elizabeth shielded her eyes with her forearm, squinting and eyes watering. “How in death’s domain are you not crying right now?”  “Comes with the gift I suppose” I shrugged. A shrill bell resounded harshly in the air. It was time to go. I shook her hand, smiled and walked up the steps. After an awkward few minutes swerving out of the way of seniors and other just-as- lost students, my eyes found the class I was supposed to be at: an engraving in a foreign language I didn't understand decorated the weathered door as i saw a glimpse of my life for the next 3 years.

 I saw Libby, sitting on a table, chatting with a blue- haired boy, smiling and giggling. As I entered, libby waved me over enthusiastically, practically dragging me over to a small huddle of four. “This is Hosuh.” She points over to the blue-haired boy, as he just waves and smiles serenely. “I’m nyx” A girl responded, not bothering to look up from her jacket, brushing her hands on the leather. ewewew its so old n bad i dont like the expositon at ALL but yeah, i havent posted my writing in forever @just-a-silly-jellyfish @st4rrylavendersk1es

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i found my old draft for my book

Estelle Paris Rosi (POV)

I shivered in anticipation as I stood before the Golden Arches of  Rosewood Academy. Inhaling sharply, I wobbled towards the steps, almost immediately falling to the ground. As I braced myself for impact, I landed on weaved tendrils of vine and plant, cushioning my fall. I looked up to see a girl with soft pink curls and blue eyes looking back at me with concern. “Are you alright?” She asked.  I quickly nodded and brushed the dust off my clothes when I caught a glimpse of a very familiar crest pinned on her uniform.  “ You’re Elizabeth Briar!?” I asked, probably a bit too loudly, people turning back. 

“I am. You’re Aelia?” she asked inquisitively, as I cringed at the old nickname. Being called “Aelia” felt like a reminder of the constant years of being trapped in that house of glass, years spent playing instruments I hated, singing songs of freedom I'll never have. I simply nodded and turned towards the glistening archway, the blinding shine of the sun and gold greeting me with challenge, as Elizabeth shielded her eyes with her forearm, squinting and eyes watering. “How in death’s domain are you not crying right now?”  “Comes with the gift I suppose” I shrugged. A shrill bell resounded harshly in the air. It was time to go. I shook her hand, smiled and walked up the steps. After an awkward few minutes swerving out of the way of seniors and other just-as- lost students, my eyes found the class I was supposed to be at: an engraving in a foreign language I didn't understand decorated the weathered door as i saw a glimpse of my life for the next 3 years.

 I saw Libby, sitting on a table, chatting with a blue- haired boy, smiling and giggling. As I entered, libby waved me over enthusiastically, practically dragging me over to a small huddle of four. “This is Hosuh.” She points over to the blue-haired boy, as he just waves and smiles serenely. “I’m nyx” A girl responded, not bothering to look up from her jacket, brushing her hands on the leather. ewewew its so old n bad i dont like the expositon at ALL but yeah, i havent posted my writing in forever @just-a-silly-jellyfish @st4rrylavendersk1es

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i found my old draft for my book

Estelle Paris Rosi (POV)

I shivered in anticipation as I stood before the Golden Arches of  Rosewood Academy. Inhaling sharply, I wobbled towards the steps, almost immediately falling to the ground. As I braced myself for impact, I landed on weaved tendrils of vine and plant, cushioning my fall. I looked up to see a girl with soft pink curls and blue eyes looking back at me with concern. “Are you alright?” She asked.  I quickly nodded and brushed the dust off my clothes when I caught a glimpse of a very familiar crest pinned on her uniform.  “ You’re Elizabeth Briar!?” I asked, probably a bit too loudly, people turning back. 

“I am. You’re Aelia?” she asked inquisitively, as I cringed at the old nickname. Being called “Aelia” felt like a reminder of the constant years of being trapped in that house of glass, years spent playing instruments I hated, singing songs of freedom I'll never have. I simply nodded and turned towards the glistening archway, the blinding shine of the sun and gold greeting me with challenge, as Elizabeth shielded her eyes with her forearm, squinting and eyes watering. “How in death’s domain are you not crying right now?”  “Comes with the gift I suppose” I shrugged. A shrill bell resounded harshly in the air. It was time to go. I shook her hand, smiled and walked up the steps. After an awkward few minutes swerving out of the way of seniors and other just-as- lost students, my eyes found the class I was supposed to be at: an engraving in a foreign language I didn't understand decorated the weathered door as i saw a glimpse of my life for the next 3 years.

 I saw Libby, sitting on a table, chatting with a blue- haired boy, smiling and giggling. As I entered, libby waved me over enthusiastically, practically dragging me over to a small huddle of four. “This is Hosuh.” She points over to the blue-haired boy, as he just waves and smiles serenely. “I’m nyx” A girl responded, not bothering to look up from her jacket, brushing her hands on the leather. ewewew its so old n bad i dont like the expositon at ALL but yeah, i havent posted my writing in forever @just-a-silly-jellyfish @st4rrylavendersk1es

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COME GET Y'ALL FOOD I DO NOT HAVE MORE SO

i found my old draft for my book

Estelle Paris Rosi (POV)

I shivered in anticipation as I stood before the Golden Arches of  Rosewood Academy. Inhaling sharply, I wobbled towards the steps, almost immediately falling to the ground. As I braced myself for impact, I landed on weaved tendrils of vine and plant, cushioning my fall. I looked up to see a girl with soft pink curls and blue eyes looking back at me with concern. “Are you alright?” She asked.  I quickly nodded and brushed the dust off my clothes when I caught a glimpse of a very familiar crest pinned on her uniform.  “ You’re Elizabeth Briar!?” I asked, probably a bit too loudly, people turning back. 

“I am. You’re Aelia?” she asked inquisitively, as I cringed at the old nickname. Being called “Aelia” felt like a reminder of the constant years of being trapped in that house of glass, years spent playing instruments I hated, singing songs of freedom I'll never have. I simply nodded and turned towards the glistening archway, the blinding shine of the sun and gold greeting me with challenge, as Elizabeth shielded her eyes with her forearm, squinting and eyes watering. “How in death’s domain are you not crying right now?”  “Comes with the gift I suppose” I shrugged. A shrill bell resounded harshly in the air. It was time to go. I shook her hand, smiled and walked up the steps. After an awkward few minutes swerving out of the way of seniors and other just-as- lost students, my eyes found the class I was supposed to be at: an engraving in a foreign language I didn't understand decorated the weathered door as i saw a glimpse of my life for the next 3 years.

 I saw Libby, sitting on a table, chatting with a blue- haired boy, smiling and giggling. As I entered, libby waved me over enthusiastically, practically dragging me over to a small huddle of four. “This is Hosuh.” She points over to the blue-haired boy, as he just waves and smiles serenely. “I’m nyx” A girl responded, not bothering to look up from her jacket, brushing her hands on the leather. ewewew its so old n bad i dont like the expositon at ALL but yeah, i havent posted my writing in forever @just-a-silly-jellyfish @st4rrylavendersk1es