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ⓘ This user just wanna lay under the starry sky on a full moon night and listen to old classics songs with love of my life.

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You deserve to be surrounded by people who bring out the soft side of you, not the survival side of you.

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Sorrow

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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

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"No one but myself." Ro stans politely, watching the God. There was a smirk on her face - not one of mischief and judgment, but rather familiarity. She cocks her head, a common habit of hers when she was curious about something. "Found yourself in an interesting spot, haven't you? I can't imagine a prince would find an old sky-diving warehouse comfortable." Her tone was even, welcoming in a way. "Last I poked my head in around these parts, you were helping solve a murder across the pond. What's got you in rural America of all places, Loki?"

Clearly, the woman knew him. Yet she was a stranger - wearing a professional suit, with her black hair tied into an intricate bun. She seemed to be in no hurry despite feeling the tension of Loki's want to run.

Open Starter | Muse: Loki

He was on Midgard...again...and he couldn't be anymore frustrated. But Loki was no fool. He would have to scatter his tracks, his energy, his presence, and make use of the protection of certain powers and presences where he could. He would move on to the next planet and next galaxy that fit him best, but for now...he would have to recover further.

He'd left so soon, after crippling the Allfather and leaving it between the man shaken by loss and emotional and mental distress struggling to understand whether he was to stay or leave his kingdom behind given how useless he'd become and if he was to leave it to council members to take care of until Thor's next return, or if he might give a final effort before his years run out. Loki could stay there no longer, except to exact his karma upon Odin, and he'd endure at least half the pain for some of it--memory magic and magic of the mind were useful, but seeing those flashing of his mother...seeing her lying there, in Odin's memory, had almost been too much to bear.

Now, Loki settled in corners of 'Earth' recovering the rest of his festering wound. His miraculous survival after his sacrifice against Kurse had been a blessing, perhaps, but his weakened body and the fevers and illness he was still working on breaking seemed to be paying him back to balance the scales.

Loki could only hope his cloaking magic would keep steady for as long as he needed it. For the time being, he wandered a countryside he couldn't be bothered to figure the name of as of yet. He'd managed to magic more earthling clothing so as not to alert passerbys, but he still avoided masses and cities, lest his unaltered features alarm anyone.

He would find ways to make or acquire mortal money, to make his way easier within this realm, but for now, he couldn't waste his energy. Most of it was focused on healing himself and cloaking against any prying magic, from foe or anyone else. And so, his option was a 'promising' abandoned warehouse, one that didn't seem as if it had had much use in many years. He would settle there, make his comings and goings as he gathered sustenance and anything else he could make use of during his stay here. It was well out of the way from any attention of the mortals.

Or so he thought.

When he saw more cares passing on the nearest road in his walks around the area, and heard at least two different air crafts in the span of a few days, which he had not heard at all since he arrived, his instinct was clear; he'd been reported. It was time to pack up and get moving.

And he was just managing to do so, stowing what he'd collected in a pocket dimension to secure it for travel, and taking his leave of the warehouse. But of course, he exited to see a figure standing there waiting for him, and he sighed.

"...And just who has come to collect me now...? Last I heard the honorable SHIELD isn't quite the authority it used to be... Who do you work for now?"

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I love being creative. I love yearning to learn. I love believing in a greater divine. I love growing towards a better self and expanding my heart, mind, and soul with a desire to do and know everything.

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speak now or forever cope and seethe

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“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.”

— Arthur Conan Doyle

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self care checklist

if you do just one of these things, you win

🔲 drink water or refill a water bottle

🔲 make a snack

🔲 do any exercise you're comfortable with

🔲 do some stretches

🔲 shower

🔲 watch a comforting video

🔲 clean your room or tidy up any space you spend time

🔲 do laundry

🔲 meditate, or take a few deep breaths

you do not have to do everything on this list, please just aim to finish one of these. self care and maintenance doesn't have to be done all at once, it can get very overwhelming that way

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She thought she loved him. She thought she could change him. She thought if she just believed in him enough, his cheating and his drugs and his lying would stop, and she'd be his and he'd be hers and they'd love each other forever.

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“Take me as I am, or watch me as I go.”

— Unknown

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“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”

— John Green

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i think having a sharp object held to my throat can be very very romantic. intimate. sexy, even. this is because i am normal.