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roy siblings x all i need by radiohead

I don't know how many people I might reach here, but to all of you who have read/are still reading my stories, and to all the wonderful comments I've received lately, know that I love and appreciate every single one, that they lift me up, inspire me, and fill me with confidence, and that I will, in time, reply to each and every one. Life has been a little difficult and writing is slow, but I'm still at it, and I will return. There might not be lots of people still reading, but I still got a few stories left in me and I'll keep at it for as long as that's true :)

Thank you all. You've given me so much.

#succession #ao3

hi :) i'm back! a smaller story but it's a start!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62560660/chapters/160126645

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

#succession #ao3 #kenstewy #how do i put links in here why isn't this working #okay I sort of figured it out

yodaprod

Manhattan, New York City, during the blizzard of January 1996

crawlingbetweenearthandheaven

@alightandnoisy !

alightandnoisy

@crawlingbetweenearthandheaven always :)

#did a deep dive into this for my research #and read a lot about bomb cyclones #now I'm waiting for it to snow again

apoemaday

Life Is Fine

by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water! It was cold! I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down. I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadn't a-been so high I might've jumped and died. But it was High up there! It was high! So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love -- But for livin' I was born Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry -- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die. Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

rebvilla

the melancholy of kendall roy

#succession

chuwenjie

letting go

apoemaday

I Remember the Carrots

by Ada Limón

I haven’t given up on trying to live a good life, a really good one even, sitting in the kitchen in Kentucky, imagining how agreeable I’ll be — the advance of fulfillment, and of desire — all these needs met, then unmet again. When I was a kid, I was excited about carrots, their spidery neon tops in the garden’s plot. And so I ripped them all out. I broke the new roots and carried them, like a prize, to my father who scolded me, rightly, for killing his whole crop. I loved them: my own bright dead things. I’m thirty-five and remember all that I’ve done wrong. Yesterday I was nice, but in truth I resented the contentment of the field. Why must we practice this surrender? What I mean is: there are days I still want to kill the carrots because I can.