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@for-the-stories
If you want to be remembered for your story, write it yourself.
Me
This is to you,
the one who is always silently there,
supporting me without needing to be acknowledged.
This is to you,
the one whose blog has gone still,
yet still takes the time to read mine.
This is to you,
to the one who doesn't intrude,
but always includes me in a like or a heart.
This is to you.
I see you.
I appreciate you.
And I continue to miss your words.
Session 1 is tomorrow night and I still have so much prep to do! The downside of running a completely homebrew world is that I never feel as though I'm "done" with prep, there's always more to write.
Do you prefer homebrew or pre-written settings/adventures?
Homebrew all the way
Pre-written setting but I write my own adventures
I run it by the book
Other (answer in comments!)
Starting a separate blog for D&D stuff, give it a follow if you'd like!
Angels for each other
And we fell together
Secure in the hope
That at least one of us had wings
When you notice you have a headache, what do you do about it?
ibuprofen, my beloved
hot or cold pack
turn the lights off
I grind my teeth and hope it goes away (this may or may not have caused it tbh)
wait, you guys are aware of body sensations??
other (please answer in tags)
Current mood: attention span so short I zone out during a 2 minute YouTube video I actually want to watch
“Okay. Time for battle.”
“We’re just having dinner with my friends.”
Spoilers for critical role campaign 2!!!
The M9 when Trent invites them for dinner with Astrid and Eodwulf
Love is a Selfish Thing
I don't want to flatter myself
But I'd like to think that no one else
Will ever see the glow in your eyes
The way I do
Not because you're not beautiful
But I want to be the only one
Who makes you smile like that
@ettawritesnstudies my submission for your queue
Sorry
An endless apology spills
From her chapped lips:
Sorry for bothering you
I'm not in a good place
People get frustrated easily
With her, saying
"Stop guilt tripping"
"Don't be a martyr"
Sorry-
"Just do better"
Sorry, I will try-
"Stop apologizing!"
So-
Empty
Minds, apologies, shelves
Lost
Hope, children, socks
Scared
Of the future, of the dark, and of myself
talking to my self-help books
i’ve been trying
to get my head on straight
but i’d rather
just give it a break
Here I Stand
Here I stand
At the cliffs-edge
Feet precariously planted to the ground
I can finally see over the horizon
And it’s not at all what I expected
Here I stand
Yet I’m told I should jump
Gonna start reblogging one old poem a day
Wordle 253 4/6
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your eyes are a sky I’ve never seen, your lips are a new world I want to explore. I want to taste the little deaths in you. I’m sorry I don’t know how to love with a touch that is light, and I have no wish to learn of anything less now.. so hold me with a love so tight water can’t run between my skin and yours.
I only want you when I’m breathing.
The Broken Wing
The webbing gives way to falling feathers-- a snowstorm constricted to the memories of finding one's thread to the world. It does not glow with a scarlet flare, nor does it connect one with God-- but it exists through the dying pines and the shriveled fields of lavender.
Swans guided my way since birth, but I only know how to scream out through my limbs expanding in all directions. I evolve only as a spider hiding in her own web-- I risk death by snapping the dew-dropped threads of my being.
In their place, my back glistens with the feathers that stay; they are neither delicate nor beautiful, but forged from the coldest trenches of my own hell-- a garden of ice-covered daisies and swords made of frost.
Spring comes too slowly for me, so I lift up my right arm, and aim for the mountains.
There will still be snow, but it won't be too shallow for me to slam on the rocks.
And I take off, without wind, but without the burning fear coals attached to my neck provides.
I defy gravity. --Elda Mengisto