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Have a happy, sad, salty, productive, philosophical, lonely, beautiful, disasterous, regrettable, irreplaceable, mushy, cold, or slimy Valentine's Day. Whichever you prefer. Or all of the above. Or an adjective I didn't list. Or...
ENTP on Valentine's Day
Running On 💚
WIP Last Sentence Written
It seems only fitting that a post encouraged me to write this sentence last night and now a post is encouraging me to share it. This might see the light of AO3 one day…
He had jumped Jyn and her parents through hyperspace no fewer than a dozen times before she had gotten her first glimpse of the ghostly rings of their new home and that same caution appeared to be dictating their journey again.
I don’t know who to tag, I’m bad at this, if you feel compelled to share, please do!
(I should not have reblogged, I should have made a fresh post. <sigh /> I did say I am bad at this. Fixed it.)
Running On
Beauty is in the eye of the One who matters least to You, their whole entire World crashing down Infront of the Mirror looking back at You.
I'm listening to the acorn and finally starting to calm down, but I'm also thinking about getting some tea and taking a walk, but I'd have to get up for that, and I'm in the middle of writing some flash cards, but maybe it'd be good to get some air. I want to go by the art building and get my portfolio, which is finished and graded, and maybe seeing my final grade would get some weight off my chest, I'm afraid but not afraid enough for my heart to flip, which is good. My body wants a long shower but my head wants this pillow I'm laying up against, and my mind wants ease.
I'm in my arts building, working in the studio, and I'm slightly afraid I'm not supposed to be in here on the weekends, but I'm pretty sure I am, and it's so quiet, and my campus is so incredibly dead at 10 on a Saturday morning, and my throat is sore from my sinuses draining, and my friends are far from me this weekend, and my mom isn't picking up her phone, but Christmas is soon, and I'm hopeful.
