#pakkle

[entrenous88]

I’d pay big money for one more chapter of FR. you’re THAT GOOD

oH GOSH

THANK YOU!

[itsallavengers]

I don't think I've recently messaged you although I've been checking your tumblr almost everyday (you're like my favorite person on internet and I dont even know u) anyway just know that I appreciate you and I love your writing and I love the love that you have for Tony Stark bc a bitch finally gets me! Lmao hope this makes sense. I'll be back with positive messages weekly. *hugs you tightly*

AHhh! Thank you so much for... well, all of this was lovely to read lmao, have a great day my dude ! *hugs back*

[itsallavengers]

Ok you should stop with all of these what if Peter will die or Tony will die in IW like no no STOP IT I'm not gonna go and pay to see a movie that will break my heart in pieces no I'm gonna go and buy some fucking alcohol bc I wont survive IW

dude join the club my DoD is literally going to be the day i go to see IW. Not even joking. How do I survive something like that. The answer? i wont.

[misterbighead]

Tracing rays,

My tired eyes,

My worn down ears,

I want to hide.

I'm weak today,

And worse tomorrow,

The sun may rise,

But I set in sorrow.

[misterbighead]

Toiling hard, twisting tight,

Working til the morning light.

Easy work, a soft worker makes,

And we don't give life to those fakes.

Break your back for better days,

Of those who can afford Morgeal’s rays.

Rejoice as my wealth trickles down,

Turn that smile upside down.

Dry clouds waft by,

Praise the work until you die.

[misterbighead]

To Rise or Set

Taught, holding ends in place,

Pulling string back to my face.

Thinking, am I happy here?

Or should I shoot off, to the clear?

I can't hold long, its getting harder,

Letting go, so I'll fly farther.

Looking forth to mine own end,

I choose myself, an arrow sent.

[misterbighead]

Fallen

I think myself a mighty hero,

Though all I do is toil.

I think of all that I would do,

To escape this coil.

Inside I sit on a gilded throne,

Searching for my calling.

Outside I've never reached the heights,

From which I think I'm falling.

[misterbighead]

On the top.

On my neck are fresh flowers,

Picked by youthful fingers.

My feet are raised,

My work is praised,

Brought on the back of others.

I'll sing for you, and then you'll hear,

That of me, there's nothing to fear.

Don't discuss my works, watch my face,

Then you'll know your place.