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Oh wait I just remembered my teeth

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אני כל כך אוהב אותך. אתה כל כך טוב. ואתה אוהב אותי. ואתה שלי ואני שלך. עדיין אני לא מבין... איך? למה? למדתי הרבה אבל אני רק יודע שאתה באמת כאן ואיתי ושלי ובשבילי ואני כל כך אוהב אותך... אתה כל כך יפה. אין לי מילים בשום שפה. אני אוהב אותך. זהו זה. אני רוצה להיות אי��ך בכל ימי חיי. אני רוצה לראות את כל חיוכיך וכל שמחתך ולשמוע את כל עצבך. אני אוהב אותך. לעולם...

I'm in love. I'm so helplessly and blissfully and insanely in love. And I get to be with the one I'm in love with, because somehow he's in love with me too. Sometimes I wonder what spell I put on him, or if maybe I'm dreaming, because how am I so lucky that he would be this crazy about me? I'm starting to wonder what spell he's put on me.

I won't deny, I've been crazy my whole life, but every day with him I lose my mind a little bit more.

I'm in love. I'm the kind of in love people don't seem to much write about anymore. I see magic. I am magic. I incite magic. I am compelled by magic. I believe in it. He makes it all real and tangible. The only thing I can't believe is he's really mine, and equally I am his.

How lucky can a man be? I search for a catch to this, but anything I see that could possibly be anything but perfect... I've come to trust it's for the better. And it always is. I can't name it yet I think, it's not mine to know, but something somewhere knows better than me and is putting it all together in a stunningly perfect design, and I trust it.

I'm in love. I'm desperately and hopelessly and completely in love. And I surrender and I compel and I bask and I worship. And I am returned the same.

I've never been so deeply in love. Never felt so loved in my life. Never beheld a perfection like this. If not a plan by something higher, he can only be more than human himself. What magic does he wield to compel me like this? What does he seek? I do not care, it works too well. Anything my love would ask, for I am his and he is mine. And call me crazy, for my dearest lover is divine.

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And still, over three years later, we're still in love. You'd think feelings would at least shift into something more mundane, but every time I see him smile, it's like my soul lights up and reminds me: "Oh, you're in love in love."

I'm in love. I'm so helplessly and blissfully and insanely in love. And I get to be with the one I'm in love with, because somehow he's in love with me too. Sometimes I wonder what spell I put on him, or if maybe I'm dreaming, because how am I so lucky that he would be this crazy about me? I'm starting to wonder what spell he's put on me.

I won't deny, I've been crazy my whole life, but every day with him I lose my mind a little bit more.

I'm in love. I'm the kind of in love people don't seem to much write about anymore. I see magic. I am magic. I incite magic. I am compelled by magic. I believe in it. He makes it all real and tangible. The only thing I can't believe is he's really mine, and equally I am his.

How lucky can a man be? I search for a catch to this, but anything I see that could possibly be anything but perfect... I've come to trust it's for the better. And it always is. I can't name it yet I think, it's not mine to know, but something somewhere knows better than me and is putting it all together in a stunningly perfect design, and I trust it.

I'm in love. I'm desperately and hopelessly and completely in love. And I surrender and I compel and I bask and I worship. And I am returned the same.

I've never been so deeply in love. Never felt so loved in my life. Never beheld a perfection like this. If not a plan by something higher, he can only be more than human himself. What magic does he wield to compel me like this? What does he seek? I do not care, it works too well. Anything my love would ask, for I am his and he is mine. And call me crazy, for my dearest lover is divine.

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We uh. Forgot. Boss. Sorry, boss.

Guards! Execute this function!

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On it, boss!

Guards! Execute this function!

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NPD culture is finding yourself so superior to everyone else that you don't even consider yourself human anymore.

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returntothefleshreturntothefleshwhatbindsyouwhatdrawsyouWHATBINDSYOUWHATDRAWSYOUWHATAREYOUNOWWHATDRAWSYOUWHEREAREYOUWHENYOULANDSUMMERSFARAWAY HOW WILL YOU FIND THE FLESH

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the problem with sending anons is your mutuals are all on mobile and never check their inboxes but you can't tell them to check it because that ruins the point of anonymous asks so you need to send them subliminal messages through their dreams instead

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It won't let me attach this to a reblog unless I post it publicly so I'mma just put this here and hope no one minds out of context unrebloggable rock

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posts that have 10k notes in an alternate dimension

Why are people always reacting with despair to people saying the magic words of giving them 10k notes? I made a post that broke 100k years ago and is still going around and literally I have yet to find the problem with this

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The stars are my focus, but not my guide. I know this now. They are something to stare into, to fix my gaze on as I walk forward. They are something to scream to, to give my dreams and my fears. They are something to inspire me. They are something to look at and know I need to keep walking. They are something in front of me to walk towards when I don't know where I'm going. They are something to remind me where I'm going.

They are something to sing my questions to, but they are not something to hear an answer from. You are.

You are my guide. I ask you. I trust you. I follow you. I consult you and not the stars. And what brought you to me but fate itself? I have tried giving up. It did not work. I do not stop and I do not end. Take my hand and lead me. I will show you all the flowers in your path and the stars in your eyes. Lead me to the bottom of the ocean and we'll learn how to swim. Lead me to a cliff and we'll learn how to fly. Lead me to the sky and we'll learn how to shine.

I walk to you, for you, with you.

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Poison poison poison poison poison poison poison poison poison you're poison you're dirt why are you here? Humans and you don't mix we know this we know this we know this why do you poison him too? You're a fun trip at first but you're poison poison poison poison poison and you can't deliver and then they wither and you're the poison the poison the poison and nothing will survive you! You're poison and you keep spreading your selfish hunger you consume and you destroy and you leave everyone begging for something that's died.

I am not having a good time right now...

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I'm in love. I'm so helplessly and blissfully and insanely in love. And I get to be with the one I'm in love with, because somehow he's in love with me too. Sometimes I wonder what spell I put on him, or if maybe I'm dreaming, because how am I so lucky that he would be this crazy about me? I'm starting to wonder what spell he's put on me.

I won't deny, I've been crazy my whole life, but every day with him I lose my mind a little bit more.

I'm in love. I'm the kind of in love people don't seem to much write about anymore. I see magic. I am magic. I incite magic. I am compelled by magic. I believe in it. He makes it all real and tangible. The only thing I can't believe is he's really mine, and equally I am his.

How lucky can a man be? I search for a catch to this, but anything I see that could possibly be anything but perfect... I've come to trust it's for the better. And it always is. I can't name it yet I think, it's not mine to know, but something somewhere knows better than me and is putting it all together in a stunningly perfect design, and I trust it.

I'm in love. I'm desperately and hopelessly and completely in love. And I surrender and I compel and I bask and I worship. And I am returned the same.

I've never been so deeply in love. Never felt so loved in my life. Never beheld a perfection like this. If not a plan by something higher, he can only be more than human himself. What magic does he wield to compel me like this? What does he seek? I do not care, it works too well. Anything my love would ask, for I am his and he is mine. And call me crazy, for my dearest lover is divine.

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Well, now I feel bad spending half an hour writing smut no one's gonna read instead of making myself lunch or talking to my boyfriend. 😔

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Oh. Okay. Oh dear. Oh goodness oh g*d oh stars.

Oh my...

Actually yeah. I, the great wordsmith Maws, am at a loss for words.

Well. I suppose I still have the ol' reliable. I usually use it a lot, but goodness I mean it now in every way.

I love you.

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You ever look at something you wrote and just think, "well that's a very convoluted and poetic way to say you wanna get laid"?

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Impulsive and calculated. Life-changing and insignificant. Forgotten and reminisced for centuries. Immortal and short lived. Pointless and irreplaceable. Perfect and coincidental. Anyone and only you. Typical and uncharacteristic.

A dream. A song. The flesh. The silence.

And I beg for a taste of nothing.