december sunset (at Newton)

if i look back, i am lost
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december sunset (at Newton)
UMMMM IS THERE A LINK TO YOUR FUINN AS TEACHERS FIC?
not yet! haven't finished it but i'm still working on it. you'll find any more updates on the fic at my new tumblr.
reminder that i moved
like the hands on a clock (ff)
He doesn’t get it, not really, because it’s not as if they’re doing anything wrong. They’re just two old friends meeting up for lunch once a week, spending a mere hour and a bit together. Then they pay the bill and leave, not to see or speak to each other until the next Wednesday that comes along.
so once upon a time, an anon prompted me for an fq angst fic. this is the outcome… 5000 words finally published for you all. enjoy and review if you can.
since i'm quite sure said anon does not follow me on my new account, here it is, you.
I just want to issue an apology for anyone out there who has been offended by something I’ve said. If I have, I really hope that no one feels obliged to follow me. Whether we have history or not really shouldn’t matter and if what I post is aggravating for you then by all means, click unfollow and cut ties because you shouldn’t have to put up with something you don’t want to. Sorry again.
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anything else is unthinkable
I just want to issue an apology for anyone out there who has been offended by something I've said. If I have, I really hope that no one feels obliged to follow me. Whether we have history or not really shouldn't matter and if what I post is aggravating for you then by all means, click unfollow and cut ties because you shouldn't have to put up with something you don't want to. Sorry again.
this is my favorite goofy pun ever, I have told it at least five times
I don’t care, fuck you
okay ready
as you all know, saint patrick walked barefoot as an act of contrition, which made his feet rugged and blistered. he ate an ascetic’s diet, which made him weak and additionally gave him bad breath.
all of this made him
a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis
oh my god
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Being tender is open and beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually 'shhh'ed'. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don't let someone steal your tenderness. Don't allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to be truly affected by things. Whether it's a song, stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all - look around you. All of this is for you. Take it an have gratitude. Give it and feel love.
hey it's your prompt anon do you have another preview i'm just so excited :)
:))))
i don’t want you to get too excited in case it’s terrible and nothing like you wanted but there you go!
(also trying to pick excerpts that don’t give too much away teehee)