I rewatched Advent Children Complete today and. hmmmmm to add Tifa muse to this blog's roster or not

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I rewatched Advent Children Complete today and. hmmmmm to add Tifa muse to this blog's roster or not
Lisa Marie Basile, from “Light Magic for Dark Times,” published c. 2018
[ Text ID: What hurts? What haunts you? Who are you? ]
the time has come, everyone;
Aqua has finally become an active enough of muse of mine to the point I’m considering moving her to her own blog .
it's official!! she's now been moved; you can find her over at @imberincidit !
the time has come, everyone;
Aqua has finally become an active enough of muse of mine to the point I’m considering moving her to her own blog .
He is like a moonbeam, like a shaft of silver.
Salomé by Oscar Wilde (via crimsonkismet)
Ilya Kaminsky, from Deaf Republic: Poems; “Alfonso, in snow”
[Text ID: "You are alive, I whisper to myself, therefore something in you listens."]
How is it that the world keeps going, breathing in and out unchanged, while in my soul there is a permanent scattering?
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, from Notes on Grief
Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”
[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]
Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?
thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics
It’s not a metaphor, this ache.
Catherine Abbey Hodges, from “Solstice on the Middle Fork,” Tar River Review (vol. 59, no. 2, Spring 2020)
Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
No one ever said you have to be dead and buried to be a ghost.
Caitlin R. Kiernan, “The Drowning Girl.” (via aegeane)
I hate when people say “𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫”, because “𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫” means that you made it out.
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅.
i keep thinking of this
also bc I'm falling asleep currently I will work more on replies and starters and whatnot tomorrow
I am,,, considering adding Terra muse to the roster