The pseudo-intelligent bullshit shining through
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If I were to tell you that you are agonizingly pretty, would you know that it was a compliment?
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Q: There's a spark inside us, that we can all ignite, and all that's dark inside us will flicker into light... :) Also... How do you know who your regular anons are?
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i only know that 75% of my anons are the same person and that you are not that person.
“once there was a butterfly who fell in love with a flittery bit of paper in the wind. this story is not symbolic”
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Q: You sir are very attractive, and in your profile picture you look like a mix between indiana jones and a jedi.
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“Thank you kindly” he said, blushing at his computer in a way that he felt was unbecoming of a boy his age. “that was the intent of the picture at the time” he paused hunting for words for a moment, “please come again?” he felt he had failed in finding them…
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Q: If you could rest your head on water, I would rest with you. If you could sing in a million tongues, I would sing with you. If you could pray with a thousand voices, I would pray with you. But since I'm here and you are there, I know not what to do... :) that was a reference and nothing more, dear. If you really want to know, I'll tell, but sometimes anons are more fun.
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falkor? and you dont have to. you arent the the person most of my anons are so thats cool at least.
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Q: Torn between sea mists and solid land. Nights when I've ached for a human hand! I'll call to you while the moon shines bright, but I must go free at the first streak of light... :) "Someone who loves you" ;;)
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!” and that’s a long list… kidding… but that was completely unhelpful :p -
Q: Have you ever been afraid to dive in, sitting at the edge of the pool? Imagining breast and backstroke? Ah, such a sad little fool! Come in, love, we're waiting at the shore. Come in, love, there's no resistance anymore... :)
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i’ve got one foot in the grave, and the other in my mouth.
cause the things you people say, i gotta muffle all my shouts.
and our horrid lives are saved by the yearning to get out of this hell.
and the thing i hear the most is that no one understand,
and nobody hurts like me, but i’m hear to hold your hand.
as it falls out from beneathe but with all this horrid land,
its just as well.
and in the dark there is a light brief relief from all the mourning,
from the second star on the right and then straight on till the morning.
you’ll know you’be found your way when you feel you’re spirit soaring,
like a knife straight through the pain.
… who are you?
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Q: Skip, skipped the ladies by the castle gate. Skip, skipped the ladies while the master ate. Tip, toed the chamber maid who stole their pearls. Snip, snipped the gardener and cut off their curls... :)
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I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t, and I feel like the end of the world is a note. that note is a pitch that I just can’t define but that note’s what I’ll scream when I can’t make you mine, I know.
Likes
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I need to add to this!
Forever reblog because...
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Like this and I’ll draw your URL after dinner ~
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This happened.
For Mum.
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I love how Miles' cloak still has burrs in it from Ren Fest
That was six years ago.
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I see your bullshit thing Miles, and I raise you this thing.
