#mshermionedanger

[espritfollet]

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14kgoldnyc

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If you're bolded, it means

WAIT UP, WAIT FOR ME!  NOT YOU I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU!

[angrycowboy]

mshermionedanger replied to your post: scarygodmother replied to your post: Get your...

I might have done something similar to this a few times. With lots of cursing and eye rolling in my head.

[angrycowboy]

YOU'LL BE GIVEN LOVEYOU'LL BE TAKEN CARE OFYOU'LL BE GIVEN LOVEYOU HAVE TO TRUST ITMAYBE NOT FROM THE SOURCES YOU HAVE POURED YOURSMAYBE NOT FROM THE DIRECTIONSYOU ARE STARING ATTWIST YOUR HEAD AROUNDIT'S ALL AROUND YOUALL IS FULL OF LOVEALL AROUND YOULOVE,ANON

<3 <3 <3

I am having the crappiest day EVER.

[angrycowboy]

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All is right in the world. Amber is #1.

[angrycowboy]

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tsg2011

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14kgoldnyc

THERE'S SOMEONE MISSING FROM THIS. THERE'S SOMEONE MISSING.

(Not that I don't love each of my ex-Jezzies on this list... BECAUSE I DO. YOU KNOW I DO.)

[angrycowboy]

Pippa is graduating today, her degree just a few endless steps away. Years of struggle and anger and hard work, and now she will have this meaningless, unhelpful piece of paper to attest to the years she's spent learning everything she could about Vincent Van Gogh and Piet Mondrian and anyone else who had been Dutch and painted splotchy scrawls of color and light. She steps carefully, willing her weak ankles not to rebel, and stretches her face into a tired smile for the pictures. Her father, grinning and teary-eyed, snaps away like a paparazzo, and her brother waves and laughs. Behind them sit the aunts and uncles she's always loved: Aunt Ari, who taught her to be cool and about the genius of the Cure, Uncle Yusuf, who talked her through science classes her whole life, and Uncle Arthur and Uncle Eames. Uncle Arthur, dignified as always, applauds the way Pippa thinks the Queen would, all regal pleasure and quiet approval. Uncle Eames, of course, is hollering and punching the air as if his rugby team had just trounced their opponent, red-faced and sweating. Pippa feels her heart swell and a real smile, not a fake-for-the-photos one, spread over her face, and she returns to her seat; she stands and throws her cap; she runs into the arms of the people she loves most in the world.(for you, love; xoxo)

DID YOU. DID YOU WRITE ME FIC?! I CAN'T EVEN. WHAT IS THIS?! I LOVE YOU. OH MAH GAWD. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. I WILL LOVE IT AND CHERISH IT FOREVER. YOU ARE WONDERFUL. XOXO

SPEAKING OF FIC. I AM MAKING REVISIONS TO MINE. IT'S THE SLOWEST FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD WHAT WITH DAD COMING HOME AND WORK STRESSING ME OUT. BUT THERE ARE REVISIONS! I WILL UPLOAD THEM SOON.