❛ if i were dead and buried and i heard your voice beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice. do you know that poem? ❜
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❛ if i were dead and buried and i heard your voice beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice. do you know that poem? ❜
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out of hair pins. only @lionwept and i could manage to sail a ship that no one has ever thought of.
starter for @lionwept ! ♥
' ah, uhm, good evening ! i ask forgiveness for bothering your silence, but i desperately long for something that is not wine, nor beer, nor alcohol itself. do you know if they will give water ? do you think —— do you think i will be mocked for drinking water in a tavern ? '
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“I don’t know how you do this all day, Ham...” his voice is drained, his eyes half-closed as he pushes his hands over his hair, the side of his right hand stained with ink. Then again, his right isn’t his dominant hand; he’s simply been trained out of writing with his left his entire life. “I’ve written, maybe, two letters at best, and it feels like my soul’s been forcefully ripped outta my body through my hand.”
this is some positivity for @lionwept / @dreamtbound. emily is such a positive light and blog in all communities, and we love her so much!
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alexander hamilton && aaron burr penned by EM && GRAYSON
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SHE WATCHES in joyous awe for an eternal moment, hands clapping rapidly and cheeks stretched farther than can be comfortable with the sheer strength of her grin. And his is almost as proud! He toddles forward, one foot, then another. Philip giggles with each prod of his tiny socks against the wood.
❝ Alexander! ❞ Eliza exclaims. ❝ ——- You must come here, quickly! ❞
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[ text : Hurricane Man ] : I’m not full of myself. [ text : Hurricane Man ] : I’m just fully aware of how great I look today. [ text : Hurricane Man ] : False modesty is not my thing, I thought you knew this. [ text : Hurricane Man ] : I don’t. [ text : Hurricane Man ] : I just wanted to end your misery fast. [ text : Hurricane Man ] : I know how sad you get when I don’t reply ASAP.