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LIKE THIS if u want to plot a friendship (my dottir needs more girl friends in her life, btw).

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LIKE THIS if u want to plot a friendship (my dottir needs more girl friends in her life, btw).

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to-do list:

hc post about pumpkins betrayal

hc post about sayuri and her being selfish (listen i keep saying this but i really need to flesh it out.)

another one about hatsumomo and her jealousy.

hc post about sayuris relationship with mameha.

mini hc post about her relationship with @mammaterasu 💖

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“Evening orchid— the white of its flower hidden in its scent.”

— Buson, from Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems (edited by Stephen Addiss, Fumiko Yamamoto and Akira Yamamoto)

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CAN YOU LIKE OR REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A SAFE SPACE FOR MUSLIM ROLEPLAYERS?

YOU WILL BE ADDED TO A MASTERLIST TO MAKE THIS COMMUNITY A SAFER PLACE FOR US. 

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Gion - Kyoto, Japan

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 by Hiro Goto

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me; lets plot !

sb; yea !

us both;

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shout out to forgotten asians.

shout out to south asians: asians from india, pakistan, sri lanka, bangladesh, afghanistan, bhutan, maldives, nepal.

shout out to ignored east asians from countries less romanticized than china, japan, and south korea: to mongolia, taiwan, vietnam, and further southeast to singapore, malaysia, the philippines, east timor, brunei, cambodia, myanmar, laos, thailand, indonesia.

shout out to ethnic groups within more known asian countries, like the tibetan people in china and the ainu and ryukyuan people in japan.

shout out to russian asians. shout out to central asians in former soviet countries, to people from kazakhstan, turkmenistan, tajikistan, uzbekistan, kyrgyzstan.

shout out to western asians in countries that don’t fit neatly into trivial western/european geographical boundaries of the middle east, of south asia, of europe, of africa. 

shout out to mixed asians, to latinx asians, to black asians, to indigenous asians, to mixed south and east asians, and every combination.

asian people are more than just the same few ethnicities shown on tv.

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anyways, I’m really feeling Sayuri, so when I get back from my friends birthday, I wanna write her; I’m getting tired of Chiyo and need to give her a break.

❤ for a starter from Sayuri (verses will vary.)

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Coming home from New York! I'm on the plane now with on-board Wi-Fi. Heh.

So... GUESS WHO WON AN AWARD AFTER SLEEPLESS NIGHTS!!! AAAAAAA our school also won a "Distinguished Delegation" award and it was just so lovely because our professor was so proud. I can say firmly that National Model UN was a life changing experience. Peep at our award :)

Thank you all for your patience; hopefully I'll be able to come back and write with my friends. 💕💕

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SEND 🗑 TO FIND A LETTER IN MY MUSES GARBAGE ADDRESSED TO YOURS! — accepting

Chiyo,

Hey I’m leaving again. Not like last time, when I ran off to Georgia without telling anyone. I’m not gonna be gone that long on this one. A week or two, tops. I just… Chiyo I haven’t been back to my family’s farm since I had to auction the whole place off after they died. You know that whole farm and everything on it was left to me in the will? Every single fucking blade of grass, every single rock in the pastures… I had to sell every last piece of it. A fifteen year old girl couldn’t run a farm.

I could have. I know I could have. I would have found a way…

I don’t remember who bought it. I don’t even know if anything’s even left of it. Maybe they bulldozed the whole thing and put up one of those big, smelly, industrial farms. I dunno. But that’s what I’m so fucking sick of. I’m sick of not knowing what happened to the land my dad’s family owned for three whole generations after they first came to this country. The land I owned for a week before it was gone. That should’ve been mine. I should’ve been able to pass that down to my kids and my grandkids damn it.

I just wanna see what it looks like now that I’m older. I just wanna walk through the milkhouse and sit in the hayloft one last time. So I’m going back.

Don’t worry. I already paid my half of the rent this month. You can call me if you need anything okay? 

I’ll see you when I get back.

W. Armasi

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Hey all this is still very RELEVANT.

PSA: alias change!

so i was doing some thinking and talking with some close friends, and i’ve decided it’s best that i change my alias online. i want to pull away from my personal life and tumblr. I’m only using this name on the DASHBOARD. In private you’re free to call me whatever you want, heck, you can call me chicken fried fuck.

also another reason is some asshat decided to bastardize my name and change the y to an i, and did it on purpose thinking they’re funny; i feel uncomfortable, actually. so yeah.

my new alias is milk :) ! I’ll be changing it on all of my blogs soon.

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hello i lov u with my whole heart & i hope you have a great day/night bc u deserve it and so much more 💖💖

i love u 2 ♥ u sweet sweet bean thank u and i hope ur doing well lskdjglskdjgl

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WRITER AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what relates.

JOHN KEATS.   the lavender in sunsets.   flowers in the rain.   sunlight slipping through clouds.   lazy summer afternoons.   the heavy scent of musk.   flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books.   fireflies on a cool summer night.   being wrapped in fresh bed sheets. the ache of wanting what you can never have.  dripping sunlight like gold.  loving someone so exquisite.   soft lips and soft whispers.   fingers through hair. names of lovers carved in trees.  broken glass.   the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   mahogany wood.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars.  the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog.   empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room.   pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness.   cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol.   a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered.   a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day. the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment.  your favourite sweater.   parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing.   the contrast of blood against snow.   a purple split lip oozing blood.  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin.   the butterflies of falling in love for the first time.   the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries.   the romanticisation of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.   the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future.   decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there.  the way not even light can escape a black hole.  the rich smell of old books.   delicate veins in the wrist.   ghosts filling lungs.   shattered bones.   raindrops on the tongue.  rusting metal.  nostalgia that aches.  the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave.   pouring rain and mud.   a child’s fear of the dark.  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean. the silence of three a.m.   danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house.   the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain.   unexplainable phenomena,   strange lights in the sky in the dead of night.   ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain. travels without a destination. those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory.   screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive.   coffee shops late at night.   car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark.   naps spent in the sun.   novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins.  the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders.  ignoring flaws and loving life.   wind through hair. depression as fog in the brain.  impossible ideals. a quiet sunrise.   walks alone.   when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe.   dazzling people.   open lands stretching out into infinity.   falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.   the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog.   hollow bones.   a preserved heart held in hands.   twinkling stars above an old graveyard.   the way everything turns to dust.   silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom.   self-inflicted flames.  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse.   death as bricks in the heart.   lips barely brushing against each other.   glassy glazed eyes.   biting into a lemon.   heart-shaped bruises.  rotting flowers on a grave.   dried blood and spilled liquor. the hush of dusk when it begins raining.   the intimacy of a secret.

tagged by.    @ciircumserpent and @oraflamme tagging.  @undinaes , @splitpaths , @deiforme, @gardenof , @arachnyd , @faulterd , @reapdeath, @edenfled , @lucifure

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 post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, or might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same. ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. )

PLEASE REPOST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

sayuri nitta

an affiliated magic oc

diplomat oc (discord)

mc from mysme (mainly on discord)

eun bong-hee (working on her blog again when i have time)

HAVE PLAYED:

Nanami Momozono

Sunako Nakahara

Hiroshi Inaba 

Ukiyo

Eugene Aleksandr de Volkan

Claude Faustus

Nina Fortner (Anna Liebert)

Howl Pendragon

The Count (anime)

Saint Young Men characters

Yubaba

personification of the night oc

Joseph Cooper

Hae-soo / Go Ha Jin 

Ha No-ra

eun bong-hee

two murder doctor oc’s

MIGHT COMEBACK:

hae-soo

howl pendragon

ha no ra

eun bong-hee

J O S E P H C O O P E R (i miss you my space son.)

WOULD LIKE TO PLAY:

chae young-shin

shim cheong

aji3 / jo ji ah

salvador dali (from midnight in paris)

my emperor oc

my iranian spectre oc (representative of iranian diaspora and disconnect with religion)

tagged by: @wonwars​

tagging: @mammaterasu​, @nottingale​, @hameya​, @wiltingwinds​, @willbeshot​, @variforme​, @gardenof​, @sumibol, @warprofit

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MAKE UR MUSE CUTE !

TAGGED BY: @variforme TAGGING: PIKACHU! I CHOSE YOU!