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Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman
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I will make a beautiful life for myself no matter how long it takes. I will I will I will
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it’s the fact that work is an every day thing that doesn’t sit right with me. like surely not
Looking for a fic I read!
It's a Bucky Barnes fic where he's a biker. I thought i remembered the name, Sparrow. He and reader had parted ways years ago but reader moves back home and they meet again. Bucky and reader also have matching sparrow tattoos but reader is hiding theirs at the start of the fic to convince him they've moved on.
In the end Bucky goes to jail and tells reader to move on from him but it ends with reader being there when he gets released years later.
I read it on tumblr and the writer had so many amazing fics. I just can't find them, even with this specific plot and key words. Does anyone know if the fics are still up somewhere and if the writer is still in tumblr? Would love to reread.
it should be an easy suggestion
i hope whatever weighs on your heart grows lighter soon
I’m not the woman I was a few years ago or even a year ago but I still like to hold her hand and remind her she did her best with what she knew
anyway. onto better things
onto better things thursday