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7 : caught

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6: forbidden

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febhyurary: death and the maiden

(after marianne stokes)

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5: worship

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obsession | devotion

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4: reunion

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3: stolen

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2: first

he was not prepared for this

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1: desperate

oc kiss week let's fucking goooooooooooo

(ft my elf aurelain and my pal's unicorn man orion. he/him for both)

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febhyurary: up high

'can't catch me now, suckers.'

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febhyurary:

so moved was the girl, that she vowed to become a prince herself one day...

but was that really such a good idea?

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febhyurary: the first adventures

'we could be famous explorers someday! get our names in big fat letters in eeevery magazine and be absolutely rollin' in royalties!' 'ameny… please temper your expectations.' 'pfffsht. that's loser talk, enard. you gotta dream somethin' worthwhile! make your best world and live in it!'

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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no thoughts only him

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febhyurary: hello world

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Filk is objectively the best genre of music because where else can you find songs that are so explicitly just hymns to horses?

Strength of frame isn't weak in brain and patient doesn't mean dull You can boast of blood that came before but our fore bearers carried kings to war So we take our orders and pull

We are the tribes of the working draft Farm and freighter and mine Perch and Belgian and Clyde and Punch Pull for the honor of our kind

You can run your race and steeple chase or charge at the bugle's call But when hearts go crack under weight of the strain from a logging skid or a six-up train Still we take our orders and haul

We are the tribes of the working draft Farm and freighter and mine Perch and Belgian and Clyde and Punch Pull for the honor of our kind

Speed and wind are the Thoroughbred's kin and the Arab is fire's own foal But there's mountain rock in our quiet stride, and our strength is bred from the ocean tide Still we take our orders and go

We are the tribes of the working draft Farm and freighter and mine Perch and Belgian and Clyde and Punch Pull for the honor of our kind

Through time past mind we have served mankind, through whips and curses and love Through gas and diesel and steam before we raised the world that created yours So we take our orders and move

We are the tribes of the working draft Farm and freighter and mine Perch and Belgian and Clyde and Punch Pull for the honor of our kind

We remember for the honor of our kind