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[laylainherhead]

Run

I was a sailor, and I was sailing a ship. The pirate had just robbed me. All I could do was hear my own heartbeat yelling at me to kill him again and again and again. And my body was physically in a state of stillness.

Time was still too. Fiery flames came out of my nostrils, the fire that was burning me from the inside but also keeping me warm. How can a clown be touching what I want? And my deep disliking turned into a whole lot of nothingness— a void, an amalgamation of distrust, hate, and wonder— when she willingly walked into his arms and breathed out the words, “run.” To be continued...

[just-a-perfect-day-blog]

5 утра, почти все спят, вопреки тому, что какие-то незнакомцы орут (некоторые поют) под гитару. На следующий день, бешеные хороводы под башкирский рок и #FolkFiction, новые знакомства, в общем, фестиваль удался.#крутушка2017

[runlikearoo]

Now happening at #folkfiction's #medievalday :) come & join until 10pm!