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[musicismymoirail]

Trying to focus on the positives of today because I'm minorly upset for dumb reason. :'l A few of my regulars gave me Christmas gifts today! It was super sweet of them. I hope I can see my other regulars between today and tomorrow, just so I can wish them a happy holidays~. I sold my YoSD Chika finally and she should be arriving at her new home today! Which means if all goes right, I'll have doll funds tonight. I could get Thyme a body but I should be getting more doll funds in January. I was thinking maybe I'd get a souldoll fafner or a mydolling heeah? Because i have a thought for them and I do very like those sculpts. Arrangements are finally done at work. No more getting stabbed by holly. :D

[melissmint]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK

Uuuuuggghhhhh

[bellamyhblake]

Ok so yesterday I was going through my dash and tried to reblog that Oliver walking away from Felicity gifset but tumblr mobile was being a little bitch about tags and well what is the point of reblogging something if you can't add tags??? So here is what I was going to say in those tags: I've seen a 'Felicity walking away from Oliver' gifset and it is so interesting to me to compare the two. When Felicity walks away, it is almost always because she's disappointed in something Oliver did/said. When Oliver walks away from Felicity it is almost always right after they've had a vulnerable/intense/revealing moment. Oliver walks away to escape that vulnerability he feels with Felicity in those moments, it's his way of putting a wall up. I don't really have anything insightful to say about this...it's just what I noticed when looking at those 2 gifsets and thinking about how different their reasons for walking away are.

[renee-walker]

Okay, a quick thing I want to say here before the read more. I get these lovely messages in my inbox, the ones that are like, "say five things about yourself" or the snuggly spread the love ones, etc., and I adore every single one of them. But particularly right now, I am the biggest flake that exists on the planet, and I just cannot keep up with any of the shit I should be keeping up with. So if I don't respond to something you send me, please do not take it personally. It's just me flaking because I've got too much on my plate and I'm bad at life juggling. You guys are the best. Okay then! To the questions:

For schizotrichia

1. How long is a piece of string?

As long as my dick. (Well, that's what a guy would say.)

2. What was the last text message you sent?

"You too! Omg so sleepy."

3. Do you want to build a snowman?

Fuck you.

4. What is your natural hair color?

Shitty medium boring brown.

5. Where the fuck did I put my sunglasses?

In my underwear drawer.

6. Do you hold grudges?

God that's a complex question. Overall no, but if you hurt my kids, I will plot your painful death until the end of time.

7. Why the hell isn’t Dolly Parton’s birthday a national holiday?

Why the hell isn't today a national holiday so I can go back to bed?

8. Do you believe in any paranormal phenomena?

No. Although Fox News does exist, so maybe I should reexamine my life.

9. Who do you think you are?

Renee Walker.

10. Salty or sweet?

Salty. Unless I'm in a sweet mood, but this happens rarely:-P

11. Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Sweetcheeks, you know I will always be your baby. Always.

For silver-89

A food you cannot stand. Fucking celery, what the fuck?

A childhood favorite (movie, book, food, etc.) A Wrinkle in Time. Forever and ever, world without end.

Why was it a favorite? Because I worship Madeleine L'Engle, but mostly because the entire message of that book is that love is stronger than any other force in the cosmos. Despite my pretense at having a black soul, I believe this with my heart.

What is a holiday you enjoy? CHRISTMAS OMFG. Seriously, don't even get my started about Christmas. I give zero fucks about any other holidays, but I flip out over Christmas so much it's effing hilarious. There isn't a thing I don't love about it, save when they start decorating the malls with Christmas stuff on like, Labor Day.

Talk on the phone, text, e-mail, or hand-written letter? IM. Or Skype. Bahahahahaha. Okay but seriously for most brief communication purposes, text.

Any siblings? One sister. She rocks my socks.

A superpower you’d like to have? The ability to stop pain of any kind. God, I want that so much.

What is something you find absolutely hilarious? Bad Lip Readings. I am not lying; I laugh until my stomach hurts and I can barely breathe.

What time do you like to get up in the morning (or afternoon …)? Oh wow. In my world this isn't even a relevant question. But probably about 9.

A website you visit often (other than Tumblr). NPR. The Weather Channel. God I'm boring.

Something you like about yourself. The fact that I can make my kids laugh.

Omg, if you made it through that you deserve some sort of breakfast pastry. I'm not making up questions because I slept for three hours and am entirely brain dead, but sometimes I'm so bad about doing these, and this time I swore I would! You guys are the adorablest. Thank you for tagging me:-) And if any of my followers would like to answer any of the above questions, I would love to read the answers. Just tag me so I see!

[mrsbirch]

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Well sometime has to be the first? 8DD No but seriously I’m gonna try and do this course differently. Just five more weeks. We can do it.

WOO!! 

[mockersong]

This is not a simple prayer.

I pray You give me someone to share the days with, and a bed with, when the nighttime closes in. A bigger soul to dream with, a hand that fits around mine. A stone that won’t move, that’s planted just right, to keep me from swimming away. A warmer heart, and wider eyes, to see the world around. I need a fellow dreamer—or a writer would be nice. (Or someone who takes photographs—to capture me standing still.) Someone who has no fear of moving, who knows that losing is okay. Adventurous, less like me, who listens and hears what I say. Playful eyes, heartfelt love, a smile as broad as the sky. A traveller, a wanderer, a little less lost than I. A hand-holder, a teammate. Another you and I.

I need silence and candlelight, I need nights beneath the stars. Attention and direction, affection regardless of scars. Please bless me with a man of God, whose eyes are fixed ahead. Someone who knows, at the end of the road, that there will be somewhere to lay his head.   Someone who isnt afraid to say no, but knows to say “amen.”  He doesnt have to be pretty outside, and being well-spoken isnt required. But his heart must be large and his hands know to hold onto mine when the wind blows outside. He must know that I wander, that my heart tries to stay, and that he can’t ever let me out of his sight. Because the day that he wavers and his gaze shifts away, is the day I slip into the night.

[oftehn]

Nature Sucks

You see you are like the stars that led me back home

and you are the trees that give me oxygen to breathe.

You are the sun that shines every day bringing me hope

and you are the flowers that provide beauty to everything.

But here's the thing.... I flipping hate nature.

So what do my feelings for you mean?

I hate the sun for being so damn obnoxious with its bright future reminding me of my dim one. And your future shines with it eclipsing my meek shine at being special.

And I hate flowers for being a cliche that has no definition because they're so flipping versatile. Happy birthday have a flower. Your mother dies have a flower.

I hate grass because it reminds me of how many times I stepped all over you and you kept growing back. I was your carpet of grass too but at some point you fed me poison and kept me from reaching up.

I hate trees for being tall and making me feel like a toddler with torn jeans playing beauty queen. Which is kind of what you made me feel. You were a perfection of bark and leaves but you never gave warning of when everything would fall. So every now and then I would have to pick up the pieces and tend you so you'll grown again.

So I'm stuck between loving you in the poetic similes and metaphors that I've created or loving you in the honest hatred that I've written.