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                       mm…   —   i’m not sure what hurt WORSE.

          being abandoned ( again )   or   that [ YOU ] abandoned me

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on another note... my feelings of female empowerment are at an all time high. So give this a like for a starter.

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I feel soooo much better today! And I finally have an appointment with a neurologist for my headaches/migraines ( which I’m WAY too excited for ) all these are factors for my return.... I JUST FEEL SO SERENE

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                  ◟❥◝  ──  ❛ And you can change the world, girl.                                                      ( you truly can. )

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So.. I was going to spend the night play FF XIV with a friend tonight.. but it won’t even update so that’s cool. I wanna try to write here again ( though writing isn’t even the problem on this blog.... ) so I might throw a starter call up later or tomorrow or something...

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backwaterheroics:

SMOOCHES U A LOT!!!!!!!!

NO I SMOOCH YOU A LOT SILLY !!!! THAT’S HOW IT WORKS !!!!!

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backwaterheroics replied to your post:

AAAAHHHHHH RINNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! ILY!! welcome back~

HELLO MY DARLING LOVE !!!!!!! I AM HERE !!!!! AND ILY2 !!!!!!

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SURPRISE BITCH !!  BET YOU THOUGHT YOU SEEN THE LAST OF ME

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   The  belly  of  the  best  was ahum  as  two  astride  its  back  made  their  trek.  An  unexpected  lullaby  for  the  one  dubbed “birthday  girl”.  Twas  not  long  before  the  destination  was  met  &&  Fenrir  is  reigned  in,  steady  murmur  silenced.  The  attempt  to  rouse  the  slumbering  damsel  was  gentle  &&  tender.  A  gradual  roll  of shoulder  broad  &&  voice  tuned  to  soothing  ballads.  ❝    Tifa,  we’re  here.    ❞  O’  rise  she  blessed  with  beauty  ! Succumb  not  to  the  curse  of  the  spindle’s  prick ! Far  from  the  usual  concrete  jungle  the  night’s  embrace  is  nigh  suffocating.  Cloaked  in  darkness  abound  save  for  heaven’s  tears  'bove.  Stars  seemingly  winking  for  her  amusement  alone.  &&  this  was  his  gift.  A  moment  meant  for  just  two,  &&  the  taste  of  time  long  past  yet  shared.  Although,  despite  the  intended  offering  it  was  Tifa  herself  that  was  treasured.  ❝    Happy  Birthday  .  .  .    ❞  His  reach  envelops,  a  soft  compress  of  wind-chapped  lips  brought  to  her  brow,  &&  words  of  vowed  endearment  whispered  to  her  temple.  A  temple  indeed, watch him worship.

   Only  in  dreams  hatched  by  little  girls  in  dresses    &&    curls,  does  a  man  adorning  features  of  porcelain  laid  steel  whisk  her  to  far  places.  lives  of  the  turmoil  sedated  folks  that  he    &&    she  belonged  to,  crested,  destroyed  in  the  very  eyes  of  gods  less  holy  then  they  seem.  it  is  she,  the  she-warrior  of  lost  souls  that  creates  her  paths  of  retribution  for  them  both.  she  who  conquers  blackness  in  the  minds  of  struggling  victims    &&    emptying  the  hearts  of  the  somber  plague.

 Valkyrie.  leading  men  to  their  eternal,  saving  them  from  their  blood  soaked  battlefields    &&    forgiving  their  trespasses.  t’was  the  task  she  had  been  granted  when  his  poisoned  air  returned  to  her.  lost,  broken,  alone.  everything  she  had  ever  been    &&    more.  years  of  toil,  a  goddess  among  the  wreckage  of  hearth,  home.  to  serve  him  when  he  could  not  do  it  himself.  It  was  her  curse  to  bare,  she  never  asked  for  much  else.

 Even  as  love  had  took  root  in  equal  hearts,  shattered  pieces  stuck  together  with  mud    &&    foliage.  aging  with  the  light  of  the  moon,  innocent,  hesitant.  for  she  knew  a  push  would  send  them  teetering.  t’was  a  surprise  when  he  took  it  upon  himself,  without  a  reminder,  without  a  suggestion  falling  from  her  lips.  she  was  not  a  woman  of  material  things,  not  when  it  came  to  love    &&    the  childlike  wonder  it  brought  to  her.  for  words  were  never  something  strongly  shared  between  either  of  them.

                                                                    ❛     Thank  you.     ❜    

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okay but I got addicted to KH Unchained X again........... PLEASE save me.

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So Idk when/if I’ll actually get to things on this blog.. I’ve been so busy lately... New job, new city.. I’ve been seeing someone... so most of my time has been spent offline. I really really want to continue to write Tifa but finding the time is my problem. I hope you all can understand and just know I 100% adore you even through my absence!!

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I was going to be on here today.. but I was on another blog for most of the day and now I’m tired af.... 8||| I’ll... attempt to be here tomorrow... but if not... hit me up on skype and discord...

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hey guys I’ve gotta return to the grind.. but I wanted to drop my disc/rd and sk/pe to anyone who is interested in chatting/plotting !!! I’m super friendly so hit me up okay. let me know who you are if you can !!

reallyrinnie TeenyQueenie#4884

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... talk to me like my MOMMA. ... no seriously, i think i need a lecture on why glass isn't something i touch.

                                           ❛     Laguna -- - what...  did.  you.  break?     ❜     a  glare  presents  itself  upon  her  brow.  hurriedly  directing  her  gaze  around  the  room  to  find  the  expected  catastrophe  awaiting  her  attention.

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cloud voice: talk dirty to me

make tifa blush ( aka; sinday ) – Accepting.

                                            ❛     Wh–what!?  H-He  would  never !!     ❜     bashfully  she  hides  red  tinted  cheeks  behind  dark  locks  of  brown.  stumbling  over  words  that  would  have  no  problem  flitting  from  her  tongue  any  other  day.  however,  such  a  situation  would  never  come  easy  to  her.  they’d  hardly  ever  discussed  anything  of  the  sort,  let  alone  lead  further  than  the  occasional  chaste  touch    &&    press  of  the  lips.