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Hey ya'll

Just getting started again on a brand new slate. After an 8 month hiatus I thought it might be a good idea. It feels rather… werid, but if people could reblog this that would be amazing.

A new start also means that I have to rediscover my lovely muse, Gwendolyn, so please have some paitence. I haven’t written in who knows how long so I need to take baby steps again. That being said, feel free to message me to plot, or start a thread. 

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Hey ya'll

Just getting started again on a brand new slate. After an 8 month hiatus I thought it might be a good idea. It feels rather… werid, but if people could reblog this that would be amazing.

A new start also means that I have to rediscover my lovely muse, Gwendolyn, so please have some paitence. I haven’t written in who knows how long so I need to take baby steps again. That being said, feel free to message me to plot, or start a thread. 

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Hey ya'll

Just getting started again on a brand new slate. After an 8 month hiatus I thought it might be a good idea. It feels rather… werid, but if people could reblog this that would be amazing.

A new start also means that I have to rediscover my lovely muse, Gwendolyn, so please have some paitence. I haven’t written in who knows how long so I need to take baby steps again. That being said, feel free to message me to plot, or start a thread. 

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Hey ya'll

Just getting started again on a brand new slate. After an 8 month hiatus I thought it might be a good idea. It feels rather… werid, but if people could reblog this that would be amazing.

A new start also means that I have to rediscover my lovely muse, Gwendolyn, so please have some paitence. I haven’t written in who knows how long so I need to take baby steps again. That being said, feel free to message me to plot, or start a thread. 

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Hey ya'll

Just getting started again on a brand new slate. After an 8 month hiatus I thought it might be a good idea. It feels rather… werid, but if people could reblog this that would be amazing.

A new start also means that I have to rediscover my lovely muse, Gwendolyn, so please have some paitence. I haven’t written in who knows how long so I need to take baby steps again. That being said, feel free to message me to plot, or start a thread. 

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Hello everyone.  I'm alive!   -insert gasp here-

It's been months, I know.  The quick update is that I've been mainly focused in school work and whatnot, and I'm completely, 100% healed up from that car crash!  Yay human bodies for fixing themselves!  

Not sure how long it'll take for Gwendolyn to pop back into my head, she's been rather quiet for a long, long time.  Hopefully she'll be back soon. Anyways, whether I'll stay?  I sure am hoping to.  I've missed you all with every fiber of my being.  Though I can say that I'm planning on start on a clean slate on a new blog.  All of Gwen's info will translate over there, but I'm not sure about relationships.  

Please, PLEASE, message me if we had a thread/relationship/start of something that I can't remember/if you want to start a thread!!  

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matt you klutz, that smile makes me melt

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Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought and a whole terrible wonderful universe of impossibilities. 

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Doctor Who Series 8 in three words [x]

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Sunset (by Jóannis Sørensen)

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One last day with your beloved. Which day would you choose?

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For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage to the summer station Love pricks the course in lights across the chart. Year after year a speck on the map, divided By a whole hemisphere, summons her to come; Season after season, sure and safely guided, Going away she is also coming home. And being home, memory becomes a passion With which she feeds her brood and straws her nest. Aware of ghosts that haunt the heart’s possession And exiled love mourning within the breast. The sands are green with a mirage of valleys; The palm-tree casts a shadow not its own; Down the long architrave of temple or palace Blows a cool air from moorland scarps of stone. And day by day the whisper of love grows stronger; That delicate voice, more urgent with despair, Custom and fear constraining her no longer, Drives her at last on the waste leagues of air. A vanishing speck in those inane dominions, Single and frail, uncertain of her place, Alone in the bright host of her companions, Lost in the blue unfriendliness of space. She feels it close now, the appointed season: The invisible thread is broken as she flies; Suddenly, without warning, without reason, The guiding spark of instinct winks and dies. Try as she will, the trackless world delivers No way, the wilderness of light no sign, The immense and complex map of hills and rivers Mocks her small wisdom with its vast design. And darkness rises from the eastern valleys, And the winds buffet her with their hungry breath, And the great earth, with neither grief nor malice, Receives the tiny burden of her death.

A.D. Hope; The Death of the Bird (via scarrd-wings)

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I have no idea where he picks that stuff up.

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I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.

Unknown (via tsarkoshei)

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