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You fell into love of a gentle kind With a flower on top of a high, high cliff "It's so hard to reach." selective & private oc. written by punpun.

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                                                                          OH   MY   GOD    IM     SO    FAKE                                                                           BUT       IM       ALSO     SO     REAL                                                                           I LOVE BEING MULTI-TALENTED

                                                                                    WRITTEN BY SMOOCH.

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the entire class goes "what the fuck" in unison

( MM WHATCHA SAY )

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-- HE ISN’T EVEN GOING TO CHECK CHARA’S PAPER.

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     LAVENDER & RINABOW

     “ I’m not here to be groomed. “

He felt that he should CLARIFY for the woman, clawed fingers sprayed in front of him in defense-- he was not some pet. A quick glance around and his tail is frizzed with anxiety. So many scents-- so many furious felines.

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     HEATHER & HISPERSERVANCE

     “ ...Atlas you’ve known exactly how to spell every word we’ve ever        put on the board-- AND YET YOU DECIDED TO WRITE THE      F-WORD INSTEAD OF SUCK. “

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     GLADIOLUS & AUREOLINSOUL

     “ Eli! THAT ISN’T HOW YOU SPELL FUNKY!! “

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     BOUVARDIA & RITZI-NICKI

     “ Nicki! THAT ISN’T HOW YOU SPELL DUCK! “

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     CALLA LILY & STICKWIELDER

     “ Frisk-- THAT ISN’T HOW YOU SPELL FROG. “

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     “ I don’t understand what you’re saying-- Speak        clearly, even these ears can’t pick that up. “

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I LOVED MY FRIEND. Delicate heartstrings threaded around my very soul, knowing deep within the confines of the dip at the edge of my mind it would never last-- not at this rate. Not like this, never like this.

I WENT AWAY FROM HIM. Seeking solace in my decision, I would not glance back-- for I promised on the desert winds I would be back to smile once again, just as my childhood was filled with. Small laughter. Small happiness. Small dreams.

THERE’S NOTHING MORE TO SAY. 

THE POEM ENDS, SOFT AS IT BEGAN, I wonder, at times, if my decision was right-- to go out on my own, to trek the sands of time by my lonesome. When I think about those things the heartstrings suffocate me, stifle my desire, and, I remember why I’m doing this, because

-- I LOVED MY FRIEND.

                                                                                ( SELECTIVE & PRIVATE OC )

                                                                 WRITTEN BY PUNPUN.

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( How to draw your own oc, that you have created, with your own two hands: ??????? ?????? ????? = success )

( Also with his hair down-- )

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Langston Hughes, “Poem”

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Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete

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Isn’t it scary knowing that any time could be the last time you talk to someone? Keep that in mind.

Unknown Author (via mysimplereminders)

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     & incogitatione

— ;; ⏅

    The demon had put a great effort     in trying to gain this odd creation’s      trust.. humans were so W E A K, so      frail– & typically expired faster than      milk. PATHETIC. But keep cool–      keep cool Bill… Play this one out.     At the others reply, his eye widened      all the while he was trying to hide that     toothy grin of his. The fair haired demon,     glanced over at Poppy, giving him that      curious facade of having an eyebrow up      & the tilt of the head… He needs to buy      it… Sell it, Bill, sell it… Make him talk..      Know what he wants & SEAL THE DEAL!

     ‘ O-Oh? If.. If you don’t mind me asking..      what is your wish? I mean.. I guess everyone      does, & it’s what makes us unique ( FOOLISH ). ‘

The book he’d been fingering through is drawn away from his face; rested in his lap. Tail twitches; hair stands on end-- HE ASKED THE QUESTION. Oh, how he dreads it. What’s your wish? What’s your inspiration? WHY do you do what you do? The book is snapped shut, the only notion that he was feeling any sort of emotion; as his visage remains placid.

     “ YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU. “