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My name is Leo and I think too much, but you can call me Rabbit or Ghost.

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Keep on going, you deserve it

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[wafumashairi]

He was made with GUNMETAL BONES and LION’S TEETH. He was made to be a WARRIOR, a SOLDIER, a HERO. The universes needs his HEART, and his COURAGE, and his STRENGTH and his BONES and his TEETH and his BLOOD and his VOICE and his-- THE UNIVERSES NEED ANYTHING HE WILL GIVE THEM.

He will bear the world like ATLAS until his shoulders COLLAPSE and his KNEES BUCKLE and he is CRUSHED BY ALL THAT HE CARRIES. He will give them EVERYTHING. He will give them everything until there is NOTHING LEFT OF HIM.

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You're gon' have to chain me up You're gon' to have to lock me down You're gon' have to straitjacket me, straitjacket me

You're gon' have to break my heart You're gon' have to steal my soul  Straitjacket me, straitjacket me

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                                            I am the s o n  of  W O L V E S                                             I am the daughter of  L I O N S                                             I am the creature of M Y T H S

                                            I   W  I  L  L   N  O  T   B  O  W

                                            My    t e e t h    are   S H A R P                                              My    n a i l s    are   C L A W S                                              My    h e a r t     is     I   R  O  N 

                     I  W I L L  T E A R  Y O U  T O  P I E C E S

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I'm so t i r e d.

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I am not a rare occurence. I am not a once in a lifetime ordeal. I am abnormal but not unheard of and I am kind but not altruistic. I will come time and time again, I will bring tomes of words and gentle wrath and twined rope of bolstered strength to unravel with knowledge learned. I am human and to be human, I must be humane with common decency.

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My aesthetic is sword fighting ladies.

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Catch me loving terrible tropes and cliche aus ‘cause y’know what they’re popular for a reason and I am likely 90% of that reason.

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                              My c r o w n is my h o r n s, my b l a d e is my c l a w s.                                P  l  a  s  m  a  is  my  h a l o, my  t  e  e  t  h  v e n o m.                                I    d  o    n  o  t   r  e  g  r  e  t,  I   d  o  n  o  t  b  o  w.

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I do not speak and the ocean swallows the sound.  I do not hear and the stars explode with a bang.  I do not see and the quasars brighten to blind.  I do not taste and the trees quiver with bitter earth on the tongue. 

I do not feel and the wind whips the hair into the eyes.  I do not.  I cannot. 

If I am not mute, deaf, blind and without any other sense I am liable to understand the harsher truths instead of the follies I could enjoy.

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I am tired.

Not your exhaustion tired. Not your “I didn’t sleep very well” tired. Not the kind of tired that’ll go away with a simple nap or a good night’s rest. I’m tired of connection. Of feeling everything being snapped away from me by emotional vampires and broken souls. I am not tired of people. My compassion compels me to always be there but my body tells me to cease before it rusts. 

I rust and rust. The iron in my blood oxidizes and my throat begins to swell because a mute is not meant to speak. I rust and rust. The flesh on my bones crumbles and decays and my heart is weighted by each crack taken from someone else to ease their souls. I rust and rust. 

I rust. 

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You look at her as though she’s a lamb.  You look at me as though I am a lion.  I see you leer and I snap my jaws at you.  Jagged teeth and blunt claws.  None shall bring the blood of a lamb to your doorstep. 

There will be no safety from the plagues  Not for you

Not for the one who wrought destruction through a cheshire’s smile. 

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You're my favorite dead guy captain smooth <3

And you’re my favourite necromancer, mister brings me back to life ❤

[wafumashairi]

why is your tag 'from a dead guy'?

Hmn. Well I suppose because I’m often joked about as a ghost. I’m rarely heard, rarely seen and it’s quite comical when others believe I’m not there only to turn around and see me standing right there. “Telecommunications from a dead guy” is basically a funny little inside joke to myself that you’re now let in on friend!

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My hands are not clean.  My hands are scarred.  From one too many adventures,  Calloused by work,  Taught how to bleed by burns and wounds. 

My hands are not clean.  My hands are filthy.  Covered in grime from working outside.  Coloured by the blood of a boy I punched in high school.  Torn and doused in oil from the engine block I failed to fix in middle school. 

My hands are not clean.  My hands are broken.  Mangled by the cat saved.  Tortured by the sister vicious.  Taught to bare bones and muscles by the tree when the ATV collided. 

My hands are not clean.  But they’re mine.  They’re my records.  They’re how I held my first girlfriend’s fingertips,  How I speak when my voice can’t be heard,  How I construct things and how I cook dinner for the people I care for. 

My hands are not clean. 

My hands tell many stories and some are sad, some are hard, some are funny and some are heroic in your mind. 

My hands are mine and you have been staring since the start of this bus ride.

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When y o u love me, l o v e me f u r i o u s l y.  When you h a t e me, h a t e me passionately.  When y o u long for me, l o n g for me shortly.  When you w i s h  m e  f r o m y o u r s i g h t, 

D o    n o t     a p p e a r    b e f o r e    m i n e. 

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If someone thinks they have the upper hand, 

break it.