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[crystallizard]

I changed my URL deal with it.

[oldworldgods]

how do you do fellow adult

HELLO THERE FELLOW ADULT WHICH WE TECHNICALLY AREN’T BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH IT’S LEGAL FOR US TO DRINK ALCOHOL HERE IN OTHER COUNTRIES IT WOULDN’T BE SO THERE’S THAT. (cling on to every little thing that still makes you a child) LOVE YOU

[oldworldgods]

lore, offering,sleep

Lore:  if your life were a tale  movie, how do u expect it would end?

There would be this beautiful mother, she’d be really petite and her hair would be in a bun, and she’d be curled up in bed next to her six year old daughter, and she’d read the last page of a book on Granny JoJo’s adventures and the baby girl, who has freckles all over her face, would give this tiny sigh, and grab their cat’s face and say to it, very determinate: ‘When I grow up I want to be like grandma’ and the cat would be like ‘me too’ in this very manly voice, lmao just kidding. 

Offering:  how do you show others you are fond of them?

I try to show people I care about them by being letting them know how I see them. I try to make sure they realize what I think of them, I’m a compulsive complimenter. I try to make them feel seen and heard. Random contact is also one of the preferred ways, and by random contact I mean headbutting and facerubbing and the kind of hugs where you kinda plaser yourself against the other person and they have to hold you or you’ll fall down.

Sleep:  what is the most comforting thing at night time for you? 

Closing my eyes, resting my head on a pillow, and hearing the sound of rain, knowing that it’s cold outside and that I’m safe in my bed. Reading one of my old books before going to sleep, tracing the countours of my dirty baby hands on the yellow pages, seeing my strange, sketchy handwriting on the cover. I remember going to bed as a kid, and my momma always left the bed with the covers a bit open and my pajamas on top of the pillow, and I remember thinking life was great. The most comforting thing at night time is knowing that I will dream about something.

[plumadesatada]

Hoy 15:30 -16 vamos a tu casa <3

Perf!

[plumadesatada]

uuu si me copa mañana picada y el domingo cine!!!!! mañana a las 14 entonces en tu casa <3

Nooooo a las 14 no jajajjaa a las 4... bueno, tengo una clase a las 14, pero si uds prefieren juntarnos temprano la puedo pasar a las... ummm 18 creo. Si no, voy a la casa de este pibe a las 14, vuelvo  a casa tipo 15:30

[oldworldgods]

persephone, eros, athena.

My dearest boy, 

Persephone, a song that describes you: Well, there’s two of them first, Josephine by Mando Diao, that’s my name and I feel like it was written for me. Second Fake it by Seether. 

Eros, describe your crush: Funnily enough I haven’t got a crush on anyone right now. Which is both boring and extremely relaxing, saves me from a lot of hyperventilation. There is one person I’ll always have a half crush on and describing her is basically impossible, I’ll try. She’s writes. I have a thing for people who write, I feel like we see things differently, first we focus on the whole picture, and it’ so beautiful seeing things as a whole, and then we zoom in on details that usually go unnoticed or dismissed. I felt like a better version of myself with her, if only because she saw me as that version and I didn’t want to prove her wrong, which she was. I don’t know if it’s that most people can usually see right through me, or if it’s just a sixth sense humans have, but everyone else seems to sense there’s something not right, so they have a good time and like me for a while, but they don’t go all the way in. I liked the way she looked at me, with such intensity, like she was trying to figure something out. “What!” “You’re beautiful” that’s how it usually went. I’d get so shy around her, I am not a shy person, but I felt small and different, like I didn’t belong and like if I did it was only because she wanted me to. I was so different from her friends, all of them flamboyant, unreal, and not in a good way, it feel like talking to sheets of paper that’d been splashed with paint in an attempt to look artsy and interesting. Boring, insensitive, unreal. And yet she’d fit in perfectly. Because she liked that, she was hilarious and like water she’d adapt to everything and anything. God, I miss her.

Athena, share a piece of wisdom: Be the person you needed when you were a kid. I read that somewhere on Tumblr and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Whenever I feel lost, or don’t know who the hell I am I think back to the person I needed and wasn’t there while I was growing up. And I try to be. Everyday, with my brothers, with my friends. Try and become a safe person, someone who feels like home, someone who’ll look at you and go “Holy hell, you look pretty today”, someone who tells you your dreams are valid, and that you are good enough, someone who’ll go looking for you if you disappear for a while, someone who’ll sit on the other side of the door talking with you. 

Okay, that’s it. Love you bby! Can’t wait to see you on Saturday! 

SEND ME A GREEK GOD

[plumadesatada]

acordate mañana a las 12 en mi casa <3 creo que jose va a tu casa para que le muestres como venir

ajajaj fail, acabo de acordarme que mañana tengo psicologa a las 11 D: ahora le aviso a jose, empiecen sin mi!

[oldworldgods]

guys i lost my cellphone, as per fucking usual, so talk to me via private message.