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who is the fool: the one who runs or the one who stays

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
who is the fool: the one who runs or the one who stays
Oh to be a struggling young adult who transferred to Italy for college and just graduated, still living in Italy, with no direction in her life only to find a mystical Italian girl through an art show and become her muse, letting her paint nothing but you for months until circimstances rip you apart and send you back to America, until three years later when you return to Italy on a business trip from a critic job you hate and see a painting of yourself in a museum youve been sent to reveiw and you track down the artist and fall back in love with what you had regarded as a impossible fantasy, and live out the rest of your days in a three room apartment crammed with paintings and plants and your lover.
y’all can stop being embarrassed of saying you met friends through tumblr bc nothing is as embarrassing as saying you met some of your closest friends when you were 12 through wattpad where they wrote terrible Harry Potter fanfic that you thought was super good
I’m a total sucker for like...when a long-haired hero is using some big strong magic attack thing, and their hands are stretched out in front of them.
The music is either quiet or powerful or both, but their face is serene, and their hair is weightless behind them...I don’t care what context it’s in, I get chills.
I work graveyard shift at a hotel and every morning when I get home I end up looking like a depressed jazz songwriter who has lost all sense of fear from the instability of his life and instead is just waiting for the day when the kind embrace of death frees him from his never ending cycle of exhaustion
When I’m reading fan fic and @vocabularryonthemind texts me
sometimes i see a post and im like im so sure i agree with you. i’m so sure you’re making a valid point. i just literally cannot put all these words together in order and understand what you’re saying
“Why do you keep going on Reddit” it’s like watching a train wreck. Only all of the passengers are clowns. And they sabotaged the whole thing over something petty. And the conductors are clowns too (the mods). And someone set the train on fire to spite the others, thinking they’re totally in the right to do this and not realizing they too will burn. Another person threw gasoline on the fire and thought that they won and were superior for doing so.
Someone that tries to jump off the train because they just like trains is used as a punching bag and called names for having the audacity to use a train to get somewhere. Someone shot themselves in the foot. Someone asked something about trains and one of the train expert clowns belittled them, called them slurs and insulted them for not knowing something, and then threw them out of the window.
First responders try to help (lurkers with actual expertise) and the clown train conductors shoot them for not reinforcing their echo chamber that this train wreck is good business for the railway. Everyone’s screaming. No one is having fun, especially not the bystanders waiting at the train station and watching this all unfold (just needed a question answered and went to google).