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the word polycule is cool but what if it was called a polyamily

#i love my little polyamily #zora.txt #polyamory

Can you yell at me that everything is going to be okay because saying things loudly brings joy to my soul :D

YOU’RE GOIN TO BE ALRIGHT!!!! EVERYTHIN WILL BE OKAY!!!!

Repost & BOLD which lines of famous poetry apply to your muse:

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Tagging: @pickmansmodcl @traumeriin @theemelancholyartist @agentcoopxr

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness // starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again // do not go gentle into that good night // the sea is calm to-night // let us go then, you and i // april is the cruelest month // pretty women wonder where my secret lies // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i will show you fear in a handful of dust // and how shall I presume // i taught myself to live simply and wisely// it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // tread softly because you tread on my dreams // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees // no man is an island // remember me when i am gone away // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul // when we wear the mask that grins and lies // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master // to see a world in a grain of sand // carries in itself the light of hidden flowers // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man // that crazed girl improving her music // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all // if tarry space no limit knows // the shore of the heart where I have roots // come live with me and be my love // had we but world enough and time // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // what spring does with the cherry trees // how do i love thee? let me count the ways // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day?// break, break, break // she walks in beauty // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream // he clasps the ring with crooked hands // had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths // but I, being poor, have only my dreams // I have spread my dreams under your feet // I went out to the hazel wood // with apple blossom in her hair // though I am old with wandering // I will find out where she has gone // the golden apples of the sun // and nodding by the fire // loved the sorrows of your changing face // and hid his face amid a crowd of stars // behold me, for I cannot sleep // though rose-leaves die of grieving // a little bit of everything // oh, never by way of advice // the reveille sang out in the yards of the barracks // he is not here; but far away // your hand upon my chest is my hand // as certain dark things are to be loved // your hands the color of a savage harvest // as if you were on fire from within // the plant that never blooms // vines on melancholy walls // alas it is a boring song but it works every time // those scattering blossoms don’t belong in this world // my heart, all of a sudden // shatters into a million pieces // rotting at the water’s edge // the moon has become hazy // sweet to tongue and sound to eye // “come buy, come buy” // its horror and its beauty are divine // but where there’s a monster there’s a miracle // awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n ( also feel free to add lines when applicable )

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would anyone like to know the varieties of apples i have at my work rn there's seventeen of them and i can name them all off the top of my head

#zora.txt #appleposting

Country roads take me home

Toooo the plaaace, I BELOOOONG!

[[WEST VIRGINIAAAAAA!!!]]

#Zora.txt #Mod.txt #Zora Salazar #anon

L is for the way you look at me. O is for the only one I see. V is very very extraordinary.

EGG

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I was filming some cosplay videos, and a friend said it was cringy. I really don't know how to feel

Cringe culture is dead nonnie! Don’t listen to them, you’re allowed to do whatever you want!

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Zora please tell people that Autism isn't a bad thing-

I know whatcher talkin’ about. Those stupid antivaxxers who are willin’ to kill their kids rather than let them ‘Catch Autism’, and all the dumbasses who think it means ya dont function if ya have it.

Well, newsflash, specified assholes! Autism ain’t what yer thick skull think it is! People who have it are just as fine a’ people as anyone else! Don’t judge a book by it’s cover is such an overused statement, but some people really need it beat inta their dumbass fuckin’ heads!