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ok so !!   i’ve decided i’m gonna remake laurens.   i’ve made the new blog   &   moved some posts from here over to it   ;   i’m gonna start following people from there soon ,   but i probs won’t log in on this account again.   if we’re mutuals and you want me to follow you on the new blog ,   give this post a like.   i might transfer some threads over ,   but a lot of them will be dropped.   catch y’all on the flip side !!

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hiatus update :   i feel like my mental health has rly improved being away from here ????   i didnt realize how much everything here was affecting me tbh ,   but i already feel way better with just a couple days away   (  tho like ,   sorta lonely since like All my friends r on here ,   so if anyone wants to chat or anything hmu ok  ).   i do think i’m gonna come back ,   but i’m gonna give it a lil while longer before i do ,   and be a lot less active once i am back ,   probably.

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actually scratch that last post ,   i’m gonna go ahead and put this blog on HIATUS.   dunno how long it’ll last ,   but my mental health has been real bad lately and i can’t deal with stuff here.   mutuals can add me on skype @ gunsandships and talk to me there ,   or feel free to hmu on my personal @poltergi ,   but yeah ,   i can’t be on here right now.

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actually scratch that last post ,   i’m gonna go ahead and put this blog on HIATUS.   dunno how long it’ll last ,   but my mental health has been real bad lately and i can’t deal with stuff here.   mutuals can add me on skype @ gunsandships and talk to me there ,   or feel free to hmu on my personal @poltergi ,   but yeah ,   i can’t be on here right now.

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ok so i feel gross rn   (  both in terms of on this blog and just in general  )   &   i have 0 muse for any of my drafts ,   so i’m just gonna go watch netflix for the night.   hopefully i feel better tomorrow   &   can actually get some writing done finally.

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@combvferre replied to your post “PIXEL YOURSELF AND YOUR MUSE ! repost,    don’t reblog.    generator...”

i fCKENING TAGGED U

oH SHIT I MISSED THAT

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PIXEL YOURSELF AND YOUR MUSE ! repost,    don’t reblog.    generator here. TAGGED BY: stolen from @granxaire​ TAGGING:  @vasilyevna​ @tillimfree​ @bankhoe​ @likelancelot​

Muse:

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NIGHT SKY WITH EXIT WOUNDS SENTENCE STARTERS.

all text taken from the poetry book night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong.

‘  in the body, where everything has a price, i was a beggar.  ‘

‘  he was singing, which is why i remember it. his voice — it filled me to the core like a skeleton.  ‘

‘  even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.  ‘

‘  it is all i remember.  ‘

‘  i was alive. i didn’t know there was a better reason.  ‘

‘  i lost it all with my eyes wide open.  ‘

‘  do you know who i am?  ‘

‘  how easily a boy in a dress the red of shut eyes vanishes beneath the sound of his own galloping.  ‘

‘  i’m dreaming of a curtain of snow falling from her shoulders.  ‘

‘  snow scraping against the window. snow shredded with gunfire. red sky.  ‘

‘  show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones.  ‘

‘  let every river envy our mouths. let every kiss hit the body like a season.  ‘

‘  if you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once.  ‘

‘  if we make it to shore, i will name our son after this water. i will learn to love a monster.  ‘

‘  he laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him.  ‘

‘  hey! you didn’t have to go this far. why did you go so far?  ‘

‘  sometimes i feel like an ampersand.  ‘

‘  everyone can forget us — as long as you remember.  ‘

‘  i hold the gun & wonder if an entry wound in the night would make a hole as wide as morning.  ‘

‘  there’s a lighthouse. some nights you are the lighthouse, some nights the sea.  ‘

‘  what this means is that i don’t know desire other than the need to be shattered & rebuilt.  ‘

‘  even tomorrow you will have today.  ‘

‘  you’ll never forget yourself the way god forgets his hands.  ‘

‘  the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting.  ‘

‘  my mother said i could be anything i wanted — but i chose to live.  ‘

‘  i am ready to be every animal you leave behind.  ‘

‘  and this is how we loved: a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers though my hair — my hair a wildfire.  ‘

‘  when our lips touched the day closed into a coffin.  ‘

‘  the year is a distance we’ve traveled in circles.  ‘

‘  we made it, baby. we’re riding in the back of the black limousine.  ‘

‘  i love my country. i pretend nothing is wrong.  ‘

‘  i’m holding your still-hot thoughts in, darling, my sweet, sweet ___.  ‘

‘  you want to tell him it’s okay that the night is also a grave we climb out of.  ‘

‘  you say thank you thank you thank you because you haven’t learned the purpose of forgive me.  ‘

‘  you’re so quiet you’re almost tomorrow.  ‘

‘  to love another man — is to leave no one behind to forgive me. i want to leave no one behind.  ‘

‘  even though he’s gone, i still want to be clean.  ‘

‘  if only the rain were gasoline, your tongue a lit match, & you can change without disappearing.  ‘

‘  he dies each night you close your eyes & hear his slow exhale.  ‘

‘  wait, i have something to say.  ‘

‘  as if my finger, tracing your collarbone behind closed doors, was enough to erase myself.  ‘

‘  to forget we built this house knowing it won’t last.  ‘

‘  it’s funny. i always knew i’d be warmest beside by man.  ‘

‘  don’t laugh. just tell me the story again.  ‘

‘  speak — until your voice is nothing but the crackle of charred bones.  ‘

‘  look how happy we are to be no one & still american.  ‘

‘  i’ll tell you how we’re wrong enough to be forgiven/  ‘

‘  say you’d kill for it.  ‘

‘  don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?  ‘

‘  silly me. i thought love was real and the body imaginary.  ‘

‘  i said yes because you asked me to stay.  ‘

‘  there is so much i want to tell you. how my greatest accolade was to walk across the brooklyn bridge & not think of flight.  ‘

‘  you will always remember what you were doing when it hurts the most.  ‘

‘  dearest father, forgive me for i have seen.  ‘

‘  once, i fell in love during a slow-motion car crash.  ‘

‘  i wrote a better hour onto the page & watched the fire take it back.  ‘

‘  this means you are not alone.  ‘

‘  don’t stay here. don’t cry anymore.  ‘

‘  i promise to stop soon.  ‘

‘  how come depression makes me feel more alive?  ‘

‘  i shouldn’t have, but he had the hands of someone i used to know. someone i was used to.  ‘

‘  i dreamed i walked barefoot all the way to your house in the snow. everything was the blue of smudged ink and you were still alive.  ‘

‘  here. that’s all i wanted to be.  ‘

‘  don’t worry. your father is only your father until one of you forgets.  ‘

‘  the end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us.  ‘

‘  don’t be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer & failing.  ‘

‘  remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.  ‘

‘  the difference between prayer & mercy is how you move the tongue.  ‘

‘  so what if my feathers are burning. i never asked for flight.  ‘

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i got bored & revamped my whole personal blog so like ,   feel free to go follow that on ur personals if u feel like !!

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❛❛ i must apologise —- i hadn’t known that you would be staying with us for the weekend.  ❜❜  

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❛   nah ,   it’s FINE ,   don’t apologize     –––––     if it’s too much ,   i don’t need to stay the weekend   ;   alex said it’d be alright ,   but if it isn’t ,   that’s no problem ,   i can go find an inn or somethin’.   ❜

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@combvferre replied to your post: why aren't koala bears actual bears?

a koalaty joke

NOOOOOOOOOOO

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why aren't koala bears actual bears?

they didn't meet the koalafications.

PURE 10/10 WHOLESOME PUN

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knock knock ! who's there ? doorbell repairman !

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A woman has twins, and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named Amal. The other goes to a family in Spain, they name him Juan. Years later; Juan sends a picture of himself to his mom. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wished she also had a picture of Amal. Her husband responds, "Honey, they're twins. Once you've seen Juan, you've seen Amal."

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