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Send me 🎵 and I'll put my music on shuffle, making a starter from my favourite line of the first song to play

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…

🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves.  😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

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Please, let him be soft.  I know you made him       with gunmetal bones      and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be      a warrior      a soldier      a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames      the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me  that the world needs him. The world needs his heart      and his faith      and his courage      and his strength      and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world,      and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,      damn anyone that ever took anything from him,            damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything      until there is nothing left of him          but the imprint of dust               where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas     until his shoulders collapse          and his knees buckle               and he is crushed by all he used to carry.  Dear God,  you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules.  You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again.  You can have your pick of heroes.  So please, I beg you– he is all that I have,  and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more.  Let him be soft,  and let him be mine.

Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

@lucidvoiddreams @atercanis

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                                                                                                                                           i am glass                                                                                                              but do not call me fragile                                                                                    glass is not delicate                                                                  and neither am i                {{ i am glass because i am [ broken ] }}                                                                  and the pieces of me                                                                                            are more dangerous                                                                                                                 than the {whole} me                                                                                                                                           ever was

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[ shari sent a message: ]

✽ (╯✧▽✧)╯ OMGEEEEEE. THERE’S THIS CUTE PUadjhaskdshad

✽ What is a weeaboo..? (´• ω •`) ;;

✽asjhkj(ﾒ` ﾛ ´)thesehandsneedtostopbuggingmeeeeeee

✽ My phonescreenc ra cked ;;; ;a;;

✽ Some guys just called me ‘Radical’ (눈_눈) I’m not crazy fffffffs

 ✽ Do you want to get a cup of coffee? ♡ ～(‘▽^人)

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The Beginning

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will you help me make a shelter from the rain?

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concept: i walk barefoot down the asphalt at 11:00 at night. tears of rain drizzle unto my hair, my bare arms and shoulders, down my ribs. i absorb the new moons dark glare and the spring rain into my skin. no one knows where i am.

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          for once there is nothing up my sleeve ( just some scars from a life that used to trouble me )

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reflecting.

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star’s repose.

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“And behind it all, a lone girl…”

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the hovering ponds.

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touch by Hassnaa

hassnaamohamed.tumblr.com

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Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did

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@lucidvoiddreams

i used to run at first sight of the sun     ☼                  now i lay here waiting for you to wake up … ♡ .