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[luthienne]

22 and 30

22. a song that moves you forward

what's up danger is 100% my hype song when i'm doubting myself

30. a song that reminds you of yourself

florence welch's king

[randomlyjay]

I found the perfect sled to deliver gifts to Anya, Noah and Wilbur with and and and Momo and Dogmeat and Slouch will be the bestest reindeer ever!!

[she-wears-glasses]

Wanda, Rocket. <3

wanda: if you could have any superpower, what would you choose and why?

Flying. That way I could travel anywhere I wanted to go to and I wouldn’t have to pay for it haha.

rocket: favourite non-domesticated animal?

I love otters. 💜

[drearydaffodil]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Thanks lady!!!♥️♥️♥️

[ryanlowrie]

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[drmorbius12]

Eightball

Though silence may touch me

with forgetfulness

Time always reminds me

to unlock those doors

I would rather keep shut

against memory’s tide

Persistently knocking at

the engine of my distress

You haunt my hallways

like the smell of wax

And old books

especially the ones banned

By ignorance of your beauty

measured in lost kisses

Caught behind the eightball

the fallen hero gone to seed

In a bed of his own making

[fakesurprise]

“Excuse me?!” The head cook marches up to me. The price of staying in a mansion is servants, one I hope I never get used to. “The boy that came in with you went into the back garden.”

“Oh,” I say. Because Jay and gardens go together about as well as fairy tales and dark woods.

“Every plant is now catnip! All the herbs, the flowers, everything!”

“No, they aren’t!” And Jay is simply beside me between moments. “There is dognip too, Charlie!”

“Ah. Dognip?”

“I invented it.” Jay beams proudly.

I take off at a sprint towards what used to be a garden. The tigers aren’t a surprise at all. Not even the wolves. But until now I’d never considered cross breeds of dragons and dogs. And I don’t want to think about what the dragogs - dogons - them, think about me. I back up, slam the door shut.

And then I text the wandering magician one word: JML. Because Jay My Life explains so very much right now.

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

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Oblivious

We could spend hours calculating the time and distance between disappointments and faded stars in a now clouded sky. We’ve observed tragedy at close range with wide eyes and bodies readying to take action, hearing screams of the innocent and looking monsters in the eye. And I recollect it all, though the haziness of riddled thoughts and chemical reactions. I’ve lived with maddness floating in the smokey air and hung on the precipice of an obvious lie.