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They stack and fit
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Funny how the pieces fall
With no real order at all
They stack and fit
Like a mosaic
Forming a picture you never thought you'd see
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this is the money ammy. reblog for blessed funds
small change chibiterasu to charge!!!
now THIS is a money spell post I can get behind!
Sharing it twice to add this little tidbit: I found 40 bucks today.
this is the money ammy. reblog for blessed funds
small change chibiterasu to charge!!!
now THIS is a money spell post I can get behind!
The songbird and the crow
Black feathered wings beat a tired glide Matching the ride of wind in stride The songbirds tune so soft and sweet Coaxed the crow to coil course clawed feet Upon a branch in the tree she sat He tried his best to match His incessant caw broke her sweet song His voice course, flat, just dead wrong But he screamed his annoying voice for only her A song with lyrics she never heard And had no love for I am but an ugly, black bird With a voice like dirt But I want in your world Why can't I sing the chords That open doors In your heart? Birds of different feathers yet I can't part With the idea of crawling in your heart.
Demon (myself)
A demon of guilt follows me around This personal hell I've built above ground Prosecuting me without even a sound A reminder of the hurt I've spread across this town. It's stare finds me in every pane of glass I pass The mirror shows his face but he wears mine like a mask. - Thomas
I was more than ready to fall in love But I was only meant to take up spaces Until you found a better fitting glove And now I'm just time better wasted. Just a loser, or so they say.
In the light Cracks are seen Showing things Thought obscene. The truth is These are seams Stitched together To make means
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i hate when i lose things at school like my pencils and papers and life ambitions
I hate when I lose things at work, like my name badge and sanity and willingness to live within the confines of this society.
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I need to remember this