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                               ❛        𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 ,       𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝  /  𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 .

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                               ❛        𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 ,       𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝  /  𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 .

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welp :))) same url diff blog no self control let’s gooo @raksesrot

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yeah ok fuck it it’s like 7am but im movin the blog already sdjhfgsdjhf im Weak aight

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ykno im rlly tempted to change my ooc tag bc ive had weird al singing all star on loop for like 3months now & like it doesnt seem as long as it feels like ive had it but like also      i have no idea what id change it to

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me: im gnna reboot when new years hits also me the second im done setting up the fresh blog: what i move Right Fucking Now

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i love jumpin on bandwagons @ 4am dsjhfgsdjg i made my own lil buddy quiz

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me failin @ my mutuals’ buddy quizes:

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ilu ed !!! 💜💙💕💕💜💜💕

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me online: throws ilys like free candy @ everyone ive known for even a day & goes fdhgdfghdfgh whenever s1 tells me ily out of nowhere me irl: never says ily first & gets rlly suspicious when s1 tells me ily out of nowhere

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i said whoever burned the library of alexandria you’re moms a hoe

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does anyone wanna see a good boy

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                                re :     languages .

english :     while not strictly defined as english as we know it ,     this is the language of the world ,     of the rules & laws that define what is & what isn’t ,     it is the tongue that the gods speak & the tongue that their creations speak ,     if not in voice then in what makes up their body ;

latin :     again ,     while not strictly defined as latin as we know it ,     this is the language of magic ,     of the spells & enchantments that enable one to bend the laws or amplify them at will ,     in the hands of a skilled practitioner ;

latvian :     this is the language of the villagers that they know & have known ,     of the folk that take in travelers with ease & provide shelter for those that need it ,     of the people that call nature & sky & sun & fate itself gods of their own & to them owe the very crops that they reap & the lives that they live ;

other :     of other languages they are aware but know nothing about ,     unable to speak them for they have not heard them ,     unable to read them for they have not seen them ,     only aware that there is more than what they know .

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oh love it when i get an idea for a reply that lets me just shove in the fact that i made marden’s backstory involve a latvian background :))))))))

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me everytime i finish writing smth:

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happy holidays, boss!

                                ah     yes ,       t’is     THAT     TIME     OF     THE     HUMAN     YEAR     once     again .               the     entire     month     of     DECEMBER ,       nay ,       the     SPAN     OF     TIME     between     halloween          (     the     clearly     superior     holiday     )               &     the     beginning     of     the     NEXT     YEAR     ——     filled     with       ramblings     about     christmas       &       singing     of     songs     that     all     sound     the     same       &       blinking ,       sparkling ,       glittering     ornaments       as     far     as     the     eye     can     see .               how     DEPLORABLE     &     UTTERLY     HUMAN        //          now     isn’t     that     a     REDUNDANT     STATEMENT   …               oh ,       but     he     does     so     ENJOY       the     grand     display     of     THE     MARKET     &     THE     POPULATION’S     DANCE  :        unnecessary     JUNK       being     portrayed     as     NECESSITY     with     skimmed     sales ,       SHINY     BAUBLES     made     of     cheap     plastic     being       sold     LEFT     &     RIGHT       to     whoever’s     eyes     they’ve     caught ,       the     limited     stock     causing     the     masses     to     quite     literally     STEP     OVER     EACH     OTHER     over       something     so     simple     as     A     FRAGILE     PLAYTHING     that     won’t     even     last     through     the     holidays ,       the     EXHAUSTED     employees     being     caught     in     even     more     exhausting     arguments     with     OVERWORKED     customers     that     result     in       NEITHER     PARTY     receiving     what     they     desire .               there     is     A     BEAUTY     TO     THIS     MADNESS ,       a     beauty     that     shines     &     sounds     louder     than     any     of     the     DREADFUL     JOY     &     JOLLY     NATURE     that     may     come       at     the     end     of     the     day ,       one     that     makes     even     a     CHEERY     GREETING     such     as     demencia’s     but     a     second     ago     seem     much     more     bearable .               DESPICABLE     as     this     time     may     be ,       THERE     IS     CAUSE     FOR     A     GRIN     on     the     eldritch     grinch’s     face .

                                                 ❛          i     don’t     know     about       “   happy   ” ,       but       the     chaos     certainly     is     ENTERTAINING .               if     those     can     be     counted     as     THE     SAME     THING ,       then ,       yes ,       “   happy     holidays   ”       indeed .       ❜

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abstract prompts.

thirty-five abstract prompts to inspire you. inspired by this meme.

Does it still hurt to think about?

It only comes at night.

Silence in the woods.

Your suitcase is empty.

Unconfirmed sighting.

It’s still heavy.

The war lasted five, long years.

The stars are going out.

She had feathers in her hair.

Silence so loud it deafens.

Invisible chains are the strongest.

Three years have passed, and it still feels like yesterday.

Uneven scales.

Just this once, the Universe responds.

Stealing to survive.

A mountain that only grows as you climb it.

Losing the ability to feel.

The taste of sunlight.

Never come back. Never.

Things only seen by the trees.

Something illuminated in the darkness.

Red, like life.

What sinks in water, and floats in air?

It was only a dream.

Sensing destruction before it happens.

Fleeting moments.

What happens while everyone sleeps.

It only exists when you look at it.

They returned alone.

Only one wish.

Stolen moments.

Unbelonging.

Footprints in the snow, stopping suddenly.

It lives in the woods.

Seeking shelter.