I actually have my profile banner irl btw. I still haven’t ironed it but I have it.
heh…… you could say I’m an……. Avid American…..
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I actually have my profile banner irl btw. I still haven’t ironed it but I have it.
heh…… you could say I’m an……. Avid American…..
EDIT: ITS NOT YELLOW!!! MY GREEN ROOM JUST MAKES IT LOOK THAT WAY!! COLORPICK IF YOU MUST
Gortash 100% wrote the most insane angsty love poetry. you cannot convince me otherwise. That man has had a giant freakin chest just stuffed with scrolls and scrap paper, and its all tooth rottingly romantic shlop
especially after orins betrayal? dude would be hunched over in front of his fireplace writing shit like this.
Banisher of solitude, my wrath, my vengeance, my shadow.
my deepest heart and companion, my confidant, my blasphemy
He, the most stunning among the hideous, my change face-ed devil
my moment before the dawn, my be-horned madness,
My soul is not mine. He has consumed me.
My garden, where I may plant all worries, where unhappiness does not exist, the only one who brings me only joy even in distress.
Oh dearest, you have killed my heart to all but your cutting tongue and thorn-ed touch
My Calimport, my Shamedar, my river in the desert Memnon. My Purple Hills of Tythir, you are more scorching than the mountain Tan, leaving me desperate from thirst.
I wish to be nowhere else.
My dancer of flayed skin and braided hair, my prince of the curve-ed blade, my shining steel stranger with eyes of ten thousand suns.
My praises die in my chest, and cannot reach your ears. I am the wretch of the tormented heart. No Murabir, but a Voidstar. I am a corpses slave.
The world has gone.
What is there left to conquer?
And when I’m buried six feet under and the worms are eating my heart they’ll taste my yearning for you, someone I’ve never truly met but left a deep void. My soul has never found peace, waiting to fill the space between the cavities of my, once beating, heart
is this normal
how it feels to be a Shikamaru lover and best friend with a Hidan lover 💔🙏🏻
hypothetically
I fear there is no saving my blog or making it aesthetic.
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