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will graham was honestly so real for not connecting the dots that Hannibal was in love with him. like as an autistic person that is the most autistic reaction to that situation. i too would need someone to make me an origami heart made out of a human in order for me to consider the possibility that they are interested in me romantically.

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Google Search Results

“How to deal with someone who denies mental illness?”

“How to convince someone to get psychiatric help?”

“How do you get someone mental help if they don’t want it?”

“Is it illegal to not help someone in need?”

“Is it illegal to not help someone in need?”

Is it right to watch them suffer?

What separates a witness from a bystander from an assailant?

Would you watch a forest burn?

“Is it illegal to not help someone in need?”

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i would be such a good wizard. i’d be up there in my stone tower… pondering… becoming wise… casting spells… the like.

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They’re so in love, your honor

Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x01 || 3x04

Will + Hannibal's voice

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Supernova

I look up at the night sky,

And I think of you.

I used to wonder if our stars were the same.

Now I think I can accept

That they are different.

In the silent arms of the night,

I find a feeling of comfort;

One that I no longer find in yours.

Under the light of the moon,

I realize a fundamental truth;

All stars are doomed to die.

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Cosmic Dance

I look at the stars for long enough

and my eyes are tricked

into believing they are moving, dancing,

across the vastness of the night sky.

Tiny pinpricks of light,

unfurling above me,

expanding endlessly.

These stars died long ago, and yet,

I look at them

with eyes from the future.

Is it not miraculous?

To look at a star

is to travel through time.

Who before me has seen the cosmos

as I see them now?

Who else will, after me?

Could the light of my existence

someday reach the eyes of a being

billions of lightyears away?

And could they, too,

gazing up at the sky,

think my star is moving, if only

for a fleeting moment?

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Remnant

The earth beneath which you lie

Is frozen over now,

quilted by a thick layer of snow.

I wonder if you are cold.

You should have been warm,

blood pumping assuredly

through your veins,

your fur dry, untouched

by soil and the stillness of death.

How much of you now remains?

You were so small.

I wonder if you are cold.

I wish I could envelop you

in the warmth of the sun,

see the light dance

in your eyes.

But I know they are closed now;

they will never open again.

I wonder if you are cold.

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See How it Shines

You are in the ground now;

Your small body is still.

The cold damp earth

Holds you like

your mothers womb

once did.

You are in the stars now;

The sparkle that once

danced in your eyes,

Has found a new home

within the vastness of the universe.

You are in my mind now;

I see you every day.

Your final moments,

Permanently etched

into my memory.

I may never forgive myself;

I can only hope

that you, your soul

As pure and loving

As sunlight,

Might forgive me.

You are gone now;

You live within my heart.

I will keep you there,

Warm and safe,

So that you will never

Know fear again.

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Untitled

My mother sings along to music as she prepares dinner.

I watch and wonder what went so wrong.

My mother does not know how many scars

her hands have left upon my spirit.

She hums sweetly, a siren’s call;

beckoning to the naive little girl

still trapped in my own subconscious.

Perhaps there is a little girl in the back of her mind, too;

A little girl who would be horrified

by what she has become.

It is too late for her,

But I can still save myself.

So I sing along to the music.

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Dying Wish

To my great-grandmother;

I am sorry I could not be

the woman you wanted me to be.

I am sorry that

I had to disappoint you.

This life is not the life

I wanted to live.

This body is not

the body

I wanted to have.

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A Performance

The performers dance around me,

Their every move refined, rehearsed.

I am swept up within their act

I stumble, my footsteps unbalanced and lost.

In vain, I try to imitate them.

But I am not quick enough,

And I am not good enough,

And I am not one of them.

The dancers spin and leap around me

They do not care to notice me

I watch in awe as they move as one

All of them but me.

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Mice on Venus

There is a charming fondness

With which we recall the past.

Days bathed in sunlight,

Laughter echoing through time.

Mindless creations without restraint.

Childhood summers came and went;

We were too distracted to notice.

Now only memories remain.

I crave to return to simplicity,

Though I know it never was.

It was only a game

Until it wasn’t.