in the end, she became more than what she expected. she became the JOURNEY, & like all journeys, she did not end, she simply changed directions and KEPT GOING.
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in the end, she became more than what she expected. she became the JOURNEY, & like all journeys, she did not end, she simply changed directions and KEPT GOING.
an independent & selective multi-muse roleplay blog // penned by liz !!
ingenuitys has moved !!
ingenuitys has moved !!
ingenuitys has moved !!
hey y’all i’m about to archive this blog & move to a new one -- same url & all. i just need a FRESH START. i’ll be posting the link once it’s ready !!
posting abt it here bc i need 2 get my feelings out somewhere but like gosh i used to love d/a/n/d/y until u know ... it was ... utterly wrecked -- but gOSH i’m ALL ABOARD THE m/INDY & B/EN TRAIN LIKE PLS SOMEONE CRY WITH ME ABOUT THEM THANKS.
not 2 be dramatic but i love m/indy la/hiri & would do anything 4 her.
Mindy Lahiri in Hot Mess Time Machine (5x08)
there is a deep suffering in your bones, a clawing ache in your chest. it’s a kind of un-becoming— like heartstrings unthreading themselves, like a faded whisper that never makes it past your trembling lips. and you can’t help but feel that there is something strangely familiar in the art of disappearing.
you’re a natural | m.a.w (via dvoyd)