It's the last day of December, I've always had so much to say that I don't remember, especially about love, maybe always about love? And I have never wanted the music in my heart to reach yours so much as today. But it seems like I almost always miss the season and run into January for almost no reason. And after one heartbeat at an odd hour it all seems so irrelevant because Jan is all about new beginnings no? But what about the old stories? The chapters you still hold like memories? What about the same old promises, what about holding on? And you, the one reading this very sentence are a definition of what 'holding on' looks like. The distance between these two months is bittersweet, and I wonder if the constellations are ever allowed to be incomplete? And I have never seen silence sit so magically merry in any other season, so what about it? It's the last day of December, and there's still so much to say, that I don't remember.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F 🍁 | You
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These two have the potential to be the funniest duo of the show istg
First one is from this amazing reblog from one of my posts, second one is inspired by some of the replies of said post
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And if I extend my arms into the dim daylight meeting the dusk, will the clouds sit on my palm? Will the mist hold my hand warm in its cold dew until I find your shadows back again? You foolishly ask her what the seasons do to her, do you go blind to the shimmer in her exhausted eyes? Do you not hear the softness in her cold voice?
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ofmd is like not comedy as in sitcom but comedy as in shakespearean where it’s psychological trauma and conflicts of violence but with dick jokes and the promise of marriage in the end
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Yeah, sure I’ll keep drawing Gerry and I’ll be so normal about it
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