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[simpletoymaker]

     Well, they couldn’t find himself quite agreeing. Calling oneself an idiot could be awfully harsh, wouldn’t you say ?  Far easier to simply have the minds thoughts of the ordeal as it all having been no more than a little play for a dash of fun, and then think nothing more of it. Who knows ?  Maybe one day you’ll even get to believe it.

[simpletoymaker]

Tagged by: @brightcarnate (ty!!)​​ Tagging: by reading these words you are now under contract to do this---

i. the fairy.

 chipped nail polish . glitter highlight . tall trees with smooth bark . tangled hair . the taste of cinnamon sugar . talking too loud and too fast . overgrown flowers in your hair . crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature . flirting . walking home at 3am with no coat . platonic hand - holding . blowing smoke out of your nose . dragonfly wings . chaotic  good  . freckles . fairy rings . secret meetings . gender nonconformity . leather . smudged eyeliner . forbidden fruit .

ii. the reaper.

computer errors . a shiver down your spine . haunting beauty . hard liquor . crowns of thorns . shadowed alleyways . decaying plant matter . shattered mirrors and broken glass . corrupted memories . stopped clocks . the scent of stale cigarettes . tattered black hoodies . walking your friends home . the crescent moon . the sea . a graveyard on a foggy day . cold rings on cold fingers . absolution . looking out the window of an airplane . soft kisses .

iii. the witch.

graffiti . pretending to know what you’re doing . worn paperback books . growing up too fast . parsley , sage , rosemary , and thyme . lace and combat boots . moth wings . candles on every surface . a weathered deck of cards . turning the music up . fireflies in jars . calloused fingers . drawing on your skin . sunlight filtering through clouds . petrichor . a dying rose in a jar . wearing a crystal pendant . illusions and spells . black cats . mint gum . chapped lips . dirt under your fingernails . the cycle of life and death .

iv. the wolf.

murders of crows . frost-bitten leaves . wolves howling at midnight . knocking on your door . leaving food out for stray animals . the twang of an acoustic guitar . honey . tiny red buds on trees . claw marks on the walls . golden eyes . slightly too long stubble . sharp canines . soft , thick fur. hunger . a small cottage in the middle of the woods . knitted fingerless gloves . sleeping on the forest floor . always finding your way back home . 

[simpletoymaker]

☆  what form of love do you embody ? 

love as being known

     [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ]

     when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

[simpletoymaker]

     Rip to the lizard but he’s built different

[simpletoymaker]

     tag dump

[simpletoymaker]

☆  what poisonous flowering plant are you?  ☆

Doll's Eyes

     This is the poison of unchecked vices. You slip into hallucinations. You are wracked with convulsions. The delirium threatens to overwhelm you. What are you running from? You look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. Each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. 

     If you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. And if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. You deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. Someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. That is the only true way to peace for ones like us. 

     Oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

[simpletoymaker]

☆ what part of this haunted house are you? ☆

the windows

     Tell me, do you look inwards or out? You’re a dreamer who feels just a little too much about things just a little too out of reach. There’s a longing trapped inside of you, to be a part of the nature that you look over every day, and you resent the way people look through you with that same longing. 

     They don’t get it. You watch them in the garden, see them get absorbed into nature little by little. They don’t feel it as strongly as you do. Still, when a new tenant moves in, a baby with them this time, you have to look inside as the house moves to absorb them before nature can. 

     It hurts what remains of your heart, your still beating heart that feels just a little too much.