Some days are good, some are bad. Most are silent.
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Some days are good, some are bad. Most are silent.
On my silent days I miss you a little louder.
c.c.aurel
I’ve been trying to write chapters 6-8 of my next soulmate AU fic but the only thing I can think about is the *spoiler alert* Flarrie date in chapter 9 and I am unable to concentrate at all
Pola Negri. Relaxes with a book. 1931.
Probably the most exotic of the personalities of the silent days, she thrived on femme fatale roles.
(Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images).
Judging by the first chapter, part 2 of Light A Fire In My Eyes is going to be a lot longer than part 1. I think that’s a good thing? Idk
I left unnoticed that afternoon to be alone with you (alone for once). I walked a path I’d be afraid to take today.
I spent the afternoon lying above you, staring at the sky for hours.
Some days there is nothing to say I hear Some days there is nothing to find I fear
Nothing hidden between the bushes No animal that hops (that I can follow) Nor dreams or hopes No mysterious creatures
I never dreamed of a place for them Never worried about making one, keeping them In some secure drawer
Nor was I expecting their vanishing— Sudden and horrific
There is a vague trace But no hint that can lead to the places where they took me