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shark vs the universe
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Origami Around
will byers stan first human second
Misplaced Lens Cap
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Andulka
Noah Kahan
occasionally subtle
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
KIROKAZE
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Janaina Medeiros
Cosimo Galluzzi
Game of Thrones Daily
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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( okay. So. I feel like absolute shit and I want to cry and quit. I'm taking an unwanted hiatus because I can't pull myself together and I doubt want this affecting my writing. I love you all, and I'm sorry. I'll hopefully be back in a few days. )
"Becoming as they indeed look nice on me or becoming as in you can not see me without them? As in I would not be the Ienzo you remember without the messy hair that covers my face?" He spoke almost coldly, though a small grin sat on his lips.
"The former. You would...
"You still speak as if I'm the same child you once knew." Turning to the horizon, his eyes closed. Was he still the same as before? The same as the child Ienzo? The smile he had faded to a frown. "Have I truly stayed the same, Ansem?"
Zexion frowned at the comment, suddenly touching his bangs, “I like them this way…” He mumbled, his voice suddenly a mix of bashful and defensive. How was it that someone he hadn’t seen for such a long time could make him act like this?
"I never said there was anything wrong with them," Ansem said, a smile starting to form on his tired features. "I just find it interesting. Amusing. They’re also quite becoming of you, still."
"Becoming as they indeed look nice on me or becoming as in you can not see me without them? As in I would not be the Ienzo you remember without the messy hair that covers my face?" He spoke almost coldly, though a small grin sat on his lips.
Reblog/like this if I am allowed to respond to your starters and ask memes even though our muses barely talked before.
PLEASE DO I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU DID
{ I successfully finished making my OC blog yesterday UwU And now I'm doubting myself as both him and Zexion and overall as a roleplayer...
I feel like crap right now and I don't know why ... }
{ So I can't sleep :c I keep waking up from some crappy ass nightmare. So, you're stuck with me until I can finally pass out. Hello friends. }
Reblog if you're often too shy to start a conversation with someone on your dash
( still awake but almost home. Dint expect me on for awhile because I am going to be out cold. )
{ Casually just lurks while I work on possible OC blog. }
( at dennys at almost 4am. I /loved/ that movie holy crap it was beautiful. I won't give spoilers, just gushing because ugh I love this book and I love these actors and ugh Thranduil I want your gorgeous elf babies. I feel really sorry for our waitress though because 1/4 of the theater it's here and she's the ONLY one on staff. She is getting an amazing tip from me. Ok. Done gushing. If anyone else sees this movie please gush with me <3 )
CHOCOLATE FOOD PORN
OHHHH ITS BACK ON MY BLOG AGAIN
(( lookit this badass cup. Screams for about twenty years. ))
(( gonna see the Hobbit after all. Awww ye so excite. ))
(( thinking about making an oc blog... should I do it? ))
For every " ♡" I get I'll give tip on how to win my muse's heart.
"Neither of us could predict the outcome of this meeting." His response was quick, voice still unsteady. The tears had stopped, but he could still feel himself tremble some. He hadn’t planned for this, to suddenly be flooded with forgotten and rejected emotions.
...
Zexion frowned at the comment, suddenly touching his bangs, "I like them this way..." He mumbled, his voice suddenly a mix of bashful and defensive. How was it that someone he hadn't seen for such a long time could make him act like this?
Ansem shook his head. “No, you were not. I will never condemn thinking. Feeling. I thought you would remember that, Ienzo.”
He sighed. “Perhaps this meeting has done more harm that good. For that, it is I who should apologize.”
"Neither of us could predict the outcome of this meeting." His response was quick, voice still unsteady. The tears had stopped, but he could still feel himself tremble some. He hadn't planned for this, to suddenly be flooded with forgotten and rejected emotions.
Eventually, he once again turned around, now facing his former teacher, "It is habit. As for what, that is not important. "
