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there is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold

                indie   selective   private                  age of sail multimuse            as adored and protected by mani          featuring muses from   hornblower                 master and commander             and  pirates of the caribbean

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there is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold

                indie   selective   private                  age of sail multimuse            as adored and protected by mani          featuring muses from   hornblower                 master and commander             and  pirates of the caribbean

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          your       body       is       a       temple,     sweet  boy.       can   you    not   feel    the    call   of    ages    long    past    rumbling   inside   your    bones     ?       can     you    not     taste     the      salt      of     the     unforgiving    sea      on    your    lips      ?         home     is      a      destination,       water    boy          and      you       have      been      looking       for      a       place    to    rest     your      weary      head      for      a     while      now.

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 SUP  GUYS   !!   i’m  jumping  on  the  bandwagon,  so  now  you  can  leave  a  constructive  message  regarding  my  writing / character development / any other thing about me & my blog   over  on      HERE.   while  you  are  absolutely  not   forced   to  do  so,  i  would  very  much  appreciate  it  if  you  did ♥ 

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Nobody fights you like your own sister, nobody else knowns the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

Jojo Moyes

The Girl You Left Behind

(via dialmforwriting)

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Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.

Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage (via thoughtkick)

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          your       body       is       a       temple,     sweet  boy.       can   you    not   feel    the    call   of    ages    long    past    rumbling   inside   your    bones     ?       can     you    not     taste     the      salt      of     the     unforgiving    sea      on    your    lips      ?         home     is      a      destination,       water    boy          and      you       have      been      looking       for      a       place    to    rest     your      weary      head      for      a     while      now.

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Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Barbara Kingsolver

(via wordsnquotes)

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ameliaadriannabooks:

WANTED: A CUTE BOY WITH MESSY HAIR WHO IS TALL AND SMELLS NICE AND ENJOYS CUDDLES, WHO WILL TAKE ME TO AQUARIUMS AND POINT TO THE UGLIEST FISH THEY CAN SEE AND SAY “THAT ONE IS YOU” BUT WHO WILL ALSO TAKE ME TO PLANETARIUMS AND TELL ME THAT I AM PRETTIER THAN ALL OF THE STARS IN THE SKY

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questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

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i want to be kind and gentle and loving and i want people to see me and smile and i just want to make people happy

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don’t flirt with me!! ………. i’m delicate and foolish

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u wanna write smut??? cool u go write smut

u don’t??? cool. don’t.

u wanna tell ppl what the should and shouldn’t do??? not cool go home.

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          your       body       is       a       temple,     sweet  boy.       can   you    not   feel    the    call   of    ages    long    past    rumbling   inside   your    bones     ?       can     you    not     taste     the      salt      of     the     unforgiving    sea      on    your    lips      ?         home     is      a      destination,       water    boy          and      you       have      been      looking       for      a       place    to    rest     your      weary      head      for      a     while      now.

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 SUP  GUYS   !!   i'm  jumping  on  the  bandwagon,  so  now  you  can  leave  a  constructive  message  regarding  my  writing / character development / any other thing about me & my blog   over  on      HERE.   while  you  are  absolutely  not   forced   to  do  so,  i  would  very  much  appreciate  it  if  you  did ♥ 

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          "     what  a     MARVELOUS    piece  of  information,   and  what,  pray  tell,   do  you  want  me  to  do  with  it   ?      "

                              ❛       i   ain’t   sayin’   SHIT,   yeah. m’ just ..   remindin’   y’ .. that if y’   kissed   m’, i wouldn’t   stop   y’.       ❜

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