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[theavatar-asami]

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[paperbackribs]

Eddie's Proposal

Prompt Day 28 – Proposal | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Eddie and Chrissy are besties, pre-steddie, buckingham, no Upside Down AU | WC: 877  For the @steddieholidaydrabbles

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“I have a proposal for you,” Eddie says.

Chrissy looks up from filing her nails, splayed across his bed with head and hands hanging off the edge, “I thought we established you don’t swing that way, babe.”

Folding his legs under him, Eddie sits cross-legged on the navy carpet by her side. David Bowie plays softly in the background because he’s not a barbarian and he’d do anything for this girl; plus, Steve loves Dancing in the Street and who is Eddie to not develop an appreciation in the gorgeous face of all that enthusiasm?

He tuts at her, “But you do about the other half of the time, so I have a proposal for you.”

“Eddie, dear, darling of my heart, you should have brought a ring. Maybe a big cheesy placard with hearts painted all over it.” She focuses on a particularly rough edge, squinting at it. “Diamond princess cut, please and thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie scoffs even as he rubs his sweaty palms over his knees. The album fades into Cat People and Bowie roars that he’s been putting out fire with gasoline. He wonders if the lyrics are why he feels so hot suddenly. “No, not for me. For Steve.”

Chrissy’s smile is immediate and bright, “Thank God. Yes, do it. Ask him out, for sure.” Her long blonde hair shakes around her face as she laughs, a beautiful tinkling sound that spears through his heart. Eddie grips his knee; this is what he wants, he reminds himself.

“I think you’ll have to do it, he’s too shy,” Eddie says around the copper in his mouth.

Chrissy snorts, shooting him a wry look, “Steve Harrington? Shy? He struts around in barely there short shorts whenever we come over for his pool. The man doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.”

“There’s a bone somewhere,” Eddie mutters to himself, thinking of the heart palpitations he’s suffered from an affectionate, touchy-feely Steve by the poolside. Louder he says, “But you know it’s different for emotional stuff. He’s been hurt before and I think he’s gun shy.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t track,” she rebuts, frowning as she accidentally chips a piece of baby blue polish off. “He’s been very clear that he wants to move on. And with who.”

Eddie feels the blood drain from his face, dropping below the heart that has fallen out of his chest with a splat. “He’s asked you out already.” As he watches Chrissy’s face move through a series of complicated expressions, Eddie tells his heart to get itself under control: this is good, this was the goal all along.

“Eddie,” Chrissy begins, throwing aside her file to prop herself above him on her elbows, he tilts his head up to meet her suspicious gaze. “Are you asking me to date Steve? Not someone else?”

“Definitely not someone else,” Eddie answers quickly. “He should have the best and you’re the best, you two would be… the best together,” he finishes lamely albeit sincerely.

Eddie immediately knows that his crush on Steve has been ill-hidden when her wide blue eyes fill with pity. What he doesn’t expect is for amusement to swiftly replace it. “You’re an idiot,” she says affectionately.

Eddie straightens, he doesn’t expect her to cede ground to Steve because well, look at the gorgeous, sweet fucker, but she doesn’t need to rub his nose in it. “I know,” he sighs, “And I shouldn’t have let myself develop feelings for him, but at the very least I would be happy if he were happy.”

He moves up, kneeling like a knight under his queen, taking her hand in earnest, “You two are the best people in my life, and I just know you’d be good for each other.”

“Eddie…” She moves her free hand up to his head and instead of the gentle stroke he had expected she takes a chunk of his hair and yanks it, hard. “Ow, motherfucker!” He jerks back, staring at her incredulously.

“Eddie Munson, who does Steve spend all his time with?” She demands exasperatedly.

“Me,” he shakes his sore head, “That’s how I know you two would fit.”

“Yeah, well, Robin might knee-cap you for suggesting it.”

“Robin? You and…” Eddie tilts his head, the only way he can keep the world in focus as it tips over. “Yes, me and Robs,” Chrissy rolls her eyes, “And I think she would knee-cap me if I tried to hit on Steve when he clearly wants you.”

The world is still tilting, he thinks as he wordlessly points to himself. Chrissy nods, smirking. “Apparently, she’s not that far off of doing the same to Steve, if only to put him out of his misery.”

“Because he wants… me?” Eddie whispers because reverent things should be treated delicately. Chrissy patiently nods, allowing him time to reconcile the hope ballooning inside him against the sudden drumming of impatience.

Eddie drops her hand, scrambling up. “Sorry princess, I have to see a man about a proposal,” he calls out as he runs out of the room.

Chrissy shakes her head, grabbing her file and flopping back onto the pillows on his bed. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” she mutters, thinking about how Robin’s going to lose it when she tells her about this later.

[bigprettygothgf]

anyway i beat the elden ring dlc a few days ago (started lvl 100 and eventually capped at 150 and 18 scadutree blessing by the end) and my final verdict is that its fucking incredible, i cant say its a 10/10 bc theres still some frankly inexcusable bullshit (5+ reused dragon fights including a new all time worst, final boss phase 2 performance impact, npc gank fight*) but literally everything else is fucking stellar. the map is one of the best designed world maps ive ever seen in a game and going through the individual segments really recaptured the feeling of opening up lordran for the first time in ds1. as for that thing everyones talking about - im sorry to use the SI words but to be blunt all the complaints about the dlc's difficulty have entirely been a skill issue lol. yes its hard but fromsoft dlcs are always hard and given how difficult elden ring already was what else were people expecting? the expansion literally gives you its own self contained leveling mechanic. use it.

yet more camera issues aside most of the new bosses are amazing - special shoutout to messmer, the dancing lion, bayle once i switched to a longer range weapon, metyr, and maybe midra. negative shoutouts to the golden hippo and commander gayass for their ds2 hitboxes but they are comically weak to fire and i was using the new anvil weapon on them so they died in like 10 hits lol. rellana was also fucking annoying but i have a feeling ill figure her out when i get to rl1. of course the elephant in the room is the final boss and my thoughts on him are uh. well i dont know. i love the first phase but dear god they really went overboard with the onscreen effects in phase 2 and i dont think he would even be half as difficult if you could actually see wtf hes doing. the hair does not help. lorewise no one would actually be confused why hes there if they actually did the npc quests but its a fromsoft game so admittedly i cant really blame people for missing those. but still. my final thoughts are that his design decisions are highly questionable but after beating him i got that good sense of accomplishment instead of "thank fuckign christ thats over" so thats a good sign. i dont feel like going into more plot stuff rn but i think it did a mostly (but not entirely) satisfactory job answering questions i had about the base games (very messy) story. prepare to see some really bad takes about miquella lol

anyway yeah its fantastic. literally the size of an entire souls game on its own. well worth the purchase. play it

*yes i know the game really wants you to summon for it but i simply refuse to use summons and there is 0 excuse for how those npcs behave together in a 3v1. fucking eat me from behind leda.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello, dear author. I hope, you won't be disturbed by my request and will like it. I really love your work, you are just a miracle💚

You were promised to marry one of the "Strong boys". You, in fact, don't even know, what their names are, but, marriage, it's like this, you don't have much choice.

But your betrothed didn't like you. The nice young man was careful and tactful in his words, but immediately made it clear, that you are not attractive and not interesting. But, you have attracted the attention of other people. His uncles, princes Aemond and Aegon. At first, it should be an act of revenge and mockery, but fate is cruel, and the princes are imbued with the brightest feelings for you. They are always next to you, they pull up a chair for you, give you a hand, dance with you, take care of you at the table, they wish you the most beautiful dreams and the best day, they ask, how you're doing and how you feel, what you like and what you don't, they tell you about themselves, walk with you. Of course, sometimes it's all exaggerated, to annoy some people, but otherwise, they treat you very well. A little later, the princess will join them. They comfort and support you, and you gradually melt in front of them.

When you were very ill, your future husband only visited you once, and was quite rude. "I don't love you, but not enough, to be happy about your death. I really wish you a speedy recovery, and I ask you to give up this marriage and go home. I'm sorry, to say this to you, when you're in this state, but I really don't want to see you around me." Then, there was a soft whistle. Two men with silver hair were standing in the doorway.

When you really tried to break off the engagement, your mother was extremely unhappy. She slapped you hard on the cheek. Prince Aemond witnessed it. "Ah, that's how it is. And I thought, that the kind bride of my dear nephew from a good family." But when your mother tried to object to him, saying, that she is a mother, and she knows better, what to do with her daughter, the prince forcefully pulled you behind his back. "I'm afraid, you're wrong, my lady. Behind those doors, she was your daughter. And here, she is a dear friend and future wife and mother, Gods grant, a good husband. If you once again, my lady, allow yourself such an outburst, I, being the son of your king, will personally make sure, that you regret it very much. Is that clear? And now, out of here, my lady. In the meantime, I'll ask our dear Lady Y/n, if this is a regular occurrence. But I can already say, that yes. And you can already say, that I'm not happy about it."

When a rumor in the Landing and on the Stone passed, that you already not faithful to your future husband, prince Aegon almost killed the one, who started this rumor. And yet, the prince has made it clear, what will happen to those, who dare to speak bad about you. All the "green children" were on the side of your innocence, and they were right.

Helaena spent a lot of time with you, talking about everything, that was in her head. And one day, her mother was rude to you, and she, in a surprisingly serious and strict tone, asked her, not to do that again.

You have to admit, they're very good company. At one of the dinners, you demonstratively sat between two silver-headed princes, and your dress matched the dress of the silver-headed princess. In fact, you get along with them very well.

The long-haired prince called himself your protector and brother, the short-haired prince called himself your true happiness and faithful companion, and the princess just hugged you and pressed her head against yours. Maybe, you will marry a "Strong boy" after all, but you will be on the side of the "green children". They are your friends, they are your family.

Author's Note- Sorry, I took a while to respond. It's just I have been facing problems framing sentences for a while. But here it comes.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Beloved Sister

Aegon x Reader x Aemond (Platonic)

Summary- The Request 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Warnings- None

GIF Credits to @gameofthronesdaily

Sometimes, things turns out be worst then they were supposed to be. The promise of marrying the heir of Princess Rhaenyra immediately made the lady happy; but the situations were far worse than she saw them.

They meet in the gardens for the first time without their parent's presence looming over their shoulders and while the words weren't direct, they made the dislike pretty clear.

"Sometimes, destiny doesn't go along the path where heart lies, my lady. And it seems that I have to bow down to the flow of the destiny, no matter how much I dislike it."

She felt as if she had been stabbed hard, right where her heart laid in her body. The words were sharp, spoken in a cold manner; colder than the north itself. But what could she do except for obeying? Nothing, but going with the flow.

Her loneliness was only relieved by the constant presence of the sons of the King. Aegon and Aemond. While somewhere in her heart, she knew it was only because they wanted to mock her betrothed, she liked it nonetheless.

They would go about their days, stopping in between to ask about hers. While Aegon was more carefree about his words, babbling non-stop about anything or everything, Aemond was more quiet, his actions speaking more than his words.

One thing she had came to like about Red Keep was the constant feasts and people. She would always find herself seated next to the brothers, drinking, laughing, conversing. When the dances would begin, it would always be Aegon who would pull her from her chair and drag her to the floor.

As much as Aemond hated dancing publicly, he would also spare his nephew's betrothed a few dances, only to see her beam and laugh as she would point someone's clumsy steps to him.

He could feel the constant glares on his back, but Aemond never cared. Staying with her always served both his matters, he could both converse about deep things with her and also mock the Strong boys.

Soon enough, Aemond introduced Helaena to her and Gods! did they become sisters immediately. When she wasn't with Aegon or Aemond, she was always found with Helaena, either in her chambers or in the gardens.

Aemond had always been the shoulder to cry on for the lady. She had broken once when her betrothed had said particularly cruel words to her. The One-Eyed Prince had sat there, comforting her agony. It was the day when he showed her his eye, his deepest scar.

Once she had fallen ill, extreme to the point where the maesters had to recommend her bed rest. Everyone had came to visit her, even her betrothed, but his words did nothing to console her.

"I don't love you, my lady, but I surely don't despise you enough to see you die. Therefore, I wish you a speedy recovery. And also, I advise you to give up on this betrothed and possibly save both yours and mine life before it is too late. I am aware I shouldn't be saying such words of cruelty when you are in such a weak state yet, I wish not to see you around."

To stop her betrothed from continuing his harsh words, a whistle was heard from her doorway. The white-haired princes stood there with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Could we speak to the lady now, Prince? Or you have more to say?"

After her recovery, she had tried to break off the betrothal but it ended with her mother's hand connecting with her cheek, a sharp stinging pain coming as the impact.

Before her mother could start her lecture, there was a loud tsk. Followed by a caring hand on her back. She turned to find Aemond with a hard look and a raging fire in his eyes.

"It seems to be an illusion that the wife of my nephew comes from a family of high morals." Her mother tried to protest, with the words of a mother and what not, only to be silenced by a raised hand of Aemond.

"She might be your daughter in your lands, but here, she is a close friend and a soon-to-be wife of the prince who shall sit on the throne once. If I am yet again reported of such an outburst again. I, being the son of the King, would see to it that you shall be punished as such."

The lady's mother stood silently, her fingers trembling as it clutched the skirt of her dress. Aemond was cruelly satisfied by seeing her in such way.

"You are dismissed, my lady. And if on interrogating shall I find that this has been a regular occurrence, you shall be aware already that I am very much displeased by it."

Soon after, a rumor was heard that the lady wasn't faithful to her betrothed, instead seeking the sons of the King. It had prompted tears in her eyes, and while Aemond had comforted her, Aegon had seen through it that the person responsible for this is taught their lesson.

It was a silent warning to all to not speak wrong of the lady, for it shall only result in death or severe punishment.

One of the many disastrous dinners, she had sat between the Princes, while her lavender dress matched with Helaena's. That had made her betrothed comment on her closeness with the Green children.

"I am the lady's protector, dear nephew. And while you seem too busy to spend time with her, I do so as a brother."

Aemond had hissed, his fingers squeezing her hand before gripping his wine cup, knuckles turning white from the sheer force.

"And I am her true and faithful companion. Protecting her happiness, something I haven't seen you doing, much."

The short-haired prince had said while Helaena simply stood up from her seat, hugging you from behind. Something she would constantly do to make her laugh.

That day, it was made clear to all that no matter who she was marrying, her heart lied along with the Green children.

[snekjoy]

Okay as is tradition for me I've thought of a rarepair and am now being entirely and utterly consumed by them so. Argepard?? Gepargenti? Argeppie?? I like argeppie. ARGEPPIE GETTING TOGETHER STORY UNDER THE CUT

They meet because Argenti wants to preach Idrilla's beauty to Belobog and runs into some issues with the Silvermane guards for challenging strangers to "duels of honour" as a way of trying to make friends. Gepard ends up having to deal with him and Argenti basically just calls him beautiful and apologises for any disruption, and also hey wanna join my religion? I'm sure Idrilla would love you to uphold her legacy, and you look absolutely incredible in such fine armour, Lord... what's your name? Ah, but a rose by any other would smell as sweet!

So Gepard gets flustered but he's pretty used to criminals trying to flirt their way out of charges (ahem Mr cold feet) so he manages to send Argenti on his way with a warning before he actually combusts. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, Argenti has now fallen in love at first sight and keeps showing up around where he patrols to compliment him, bring him roses, etc etc.

Gepard finds himself slowly being charmed by this weirdly chivalrous guy who refuses to let him step in any puddles and insists on holding his hand and guiding him down or up stairs and into trams. He's not a bad guy, he just doesn't quite get that on Jarilo-VI most people don't act like that. One day, he awkwardly asks Argenti on a date (he may as well, since the guy's trying so hard to win his favour) and is met with an enthusiastic yes. The date is the most cheesy romantic thing he's ever witnessed. Wherever this guy is from, they must all be living in a 1940s romance film, but Gepard doesn't mind. He quite likes it, actually, and despite the fact that Serval will never let him forget just how over the top Argenti can be, he asks him out again. And again. And again.

After one of their dates, Gepard walks Argenti home (or, rather, to his hotel) and they stand by the door. He's been given a bouquet of roses today, and a very expensive dinner that cost money he didn't know Argenti had. He was then taken dancing, which he's not all that good at, but Argenti didn't care. He guided him, holding his hand and his waist and whispering where to go and what to do next into his ear. It was... a lot. And incredible.

So, before Argenti goes inside, Gepard gives him one of the roses, apologises that he didn't bring him any flowers of his own this time, and kisses him instead.

The Knight thinks that this is very much one-upping his bouquet, but he doesn't mind at all. No, he's actually overjoyed at this development, and when Gepard pulls away, as red in the face as the bouquet and hurrying a goodbye so he can go and jump in a hole and die, Argenti takes his hand and kisses it.

The guard is lost for words, so he appreciates when Argenti thanks him, insists that he go home and warm up because "as beautiful as you are with rose-tinted cheeks, I despise that you might risk falling ill, my dear." and bids him goodnight, disappearing inside.

He's left out in the cold, his heart going faster than it's ever gone before. He stares down at the roses.

God, he's really head over heels this time.

[lv3buzzz]

SONG RECS FOR @noctilucaa

w moods

this is honestly no pressure to listen to them all 😭

i just yap w song titles lmaooo

also all my x ray spex recs are valid cus i am the no 1 x ray spex listener on airbuds (i love them)

sobbing my eyes out oh god

~ paper bag - fiona apple

~ waiting room ~ phoebe bridgers

~ your best american girl ~ mitski

~ asleep - the smiths

~ tears over beers - modern baseball

~ brother - gerard way

~ young and doomed - frank iero

~ guilt tripping - frank iero

~ you are my sunshine - frank iero

~ disasterology - ptv

i miss who i used to be

~ sullen girl - fiona apple

~ are you satisfied - MARINA

~ everyone - mitski

~ i know the end - phoebe bridgers

~ all i want is nothing - frank iero

yeah its cool ill be okay

~ joyriding - frank iero

~ all that ive got - the used

~ dear percocet, i dont think we should see eachother anymore- frank iero

fuck this

~ no fun club - frank iero

~ i cant do anything - x ray spex

~ yall want a single - korn

~ break stuff - limp bizkit

~ brackish - kittie

~ garbage man - hole

~ im a mess - frank iero

~ jesus of suburbia - green day (yes the full nine minutes. deal w it 😛)

~ child psychology - black box recorder

fuck you

~ get gone - fiona apple

~ good god - korn

~ father - front bottoms

~ down with the sickness - disturbed

~ good sister - bad sister - hole

~ family jewels - MARINA

~ fantastic bastards - death spells

~ veins! veins!! veins!!! - frank iero

punk/ angry w politics

ik the sex pistols are heavily mainstream so might not be ‘punk’ but they pioneered the scene in the 70s and are style icons

theres more but itll be too much 😛

~ plasic bag - x ray spex

~ carnival - bikini kill

~ rebel girl - bikini kill

~ god save the queen - sex pistols

~ anarchy in the uk - sex pistols

~ holidays in the sun - sex pistols

~ pretty vacant- sex pistols

~ identity - x ray spex

~ nervouse breakdown- black flag

~ ‘merican - descendents

~ blood stains - original version - agent orange

life can be good sometimes

~ when the sun hits - slowdive

~ 1979 - smashing pumpkins

~ malibu - hole

~ half a person - the smiths (dont listen to the lyrics theyre sad but its upbeat and you can dance to it and be whimsical)

~ heaven tonight - hole

~ inbetween days - the cure (i fucking love this song

~ today - the smashing pumpkins

~ lovesong - the cure

~ so real - jeff buckley

yearning/pining?!

~ why cant i be you? - the cure

~ forget her - jeff buckley

~ michelle - sir chloe

~ 8th grade - pencey prep (heavily recommend that whole album)

~ i want the one i cant have - the smiths

~ looking out for you - joy again (pulling out the 2021 songs 🙏)

~ mad as rabbits - p!atd

~ beach bones - more amor, ryan ross (<33 RYAN RODSOKDDODIFUCU)

~ at the library - green day

[namiko2789]

When the war is over.... will you have me?- Part 1

It was the start of the dance, everyone knew of this, everyone feared this and awaited this for years. Since King Viserys named Princess Rhaenyra as his heir, the sounds of conflict resonated in the halls of the Red Keep and ravens spread the news throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Once the raven reached Maester Talos' hand and his frail fingers opened the letter, you knew.

The bells rang throughout the Eyrie calling everyone to the main hall. Being born in house Arryn meant there was no fear of height, yet, here you were staring at the moon door wishing you were somewhere else. Your most beloved aunt walked to the highest seat followed by her dearest companion Jessamyn.

"King Viserys has died" announced the head of House Arryn Jeyne Arryn. "We will shortly receive the claims of both successors soon"

"Both successors?!" murmuring spread like wildfire in the room.

My aunt nodded towards me to open the Moon Door. I glided towards the lever and pulled on it. As I did, the wailing sounds of the wind quieted the room. Even the largest of knights of the Vale respected the Moon Door and stared at the deep fall with anguish in their faces. My aunt was no stranger to the thought of imprisoning or executing orders but she was very patient. My father knew this as he tested his luck twice before she placed him on a cellar. I held no ill will towards my aunt, my lord father was a man who believed women had no rights, and if he had succeeded as the head of the house, I would had been sold off the first oaf my father thought would bring advantages to his rule. My aunt was no such person, she believed in justice, even when she was a bit crass when she addressed men.

As I pulled on the lever once again to close the door, my aunt rose from her seat and addressed the audience.

"I have no doubt we will hear from both the Greens and the Blacks"

"We swore allegiance to Princess Rhaenyra" spoke Lord Cassius.

"Honor comes before at all times my lords, indeed, but so does the safety of our lands" she replied.

"Queen Aemma was of our blood" replied Joffrey Arryn my sweet and noble kinsman.

"And I agree but we have to see how they keep their word and afford the kingdom some peace" she stated solemnly. "For now we must adjourn. Lady Jessamyn, Lady Alia walk with me"

To that command, I immediately approached my aunt. "Yes, Lady Aunt" I curtsy and smiled broadly at her.

"My dear child, by the Gods you grow lovelier every day." She hugged me tightly. "Now, we must be ready for the envoys to arrive, would you be willing to accept the task?"

"It would be my duty to bring honor to house Arryn, perhaps auntie Jessamyn could help me with the preparations" I winked at her.

"SSsssh you cheeky child, if they hear you" she said walking as I followed, "I cannot afford to loose my position, not yet, the Gods have punished me already by not giving me children, I cannot have the lords realize the true reason"

"Auntie, the Gods may not have given you children but you know well that Joffrey and I love you like our true mother" I grabbed her hand "This is true, and whatever your passions we do not care nor do we judge" I paused, "The Gods themselves place these feelings in our hearts, how can they be wrong"

"My dearest child, you have to spend more time with Septa Talla instead of Maester Talos" she placed her hand upon my cheek, "You think of things future, not present and I'm afraid at one point your mind and intelligence will get you in troubles"

"Do not fret dear mother, now, who do you think will come?" I asked continuing our walk around the halls.

"You wish to know if you will catch the attention of a Prince" Jessamyn said in between giggles. "A pampered perfumed lord mayhaps?"

"Auntie!" I scolded her, "I do not have a desire for a pampered spoiled prince, nor an oaf as father would had wanted me to wed"

"Then, who do you seek dear child?" she asked intently as she held Aunt Jeyne's hand.

"I want a true, noble man" I said , "One of our lands perhaps? One that knows the value of the mountains and rivers and that is true to his word and vows"

"Maybe one of the envoys will be from the Riverlands, the Crownlands or even the Stormlands" auntie commented.

"Maybe"... I replied with a pensive expression.

[tojisun]

WAAA U NOTICED SO QUICKLY !! i was gonna tell u after that i changed my user n all, TWAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE SUNSUN grrrrrr its ok tho ur off the hook! but but im glad you like the theme!!!!! i have yet to warm up to it, maybe ill change it to a blue theme if i dislike it:0 who knows !!

YAYYYYY YOU LIKE THE SONG!!!??? DUDE ITS SO GROOVY YES I LOVE IT!!! i was dancing to it in my room w headphones on *BITES KNUCKLES* ITS SO GOOD!! sunsun i would frickin LOVE to go to a pub or smfin with you n dance n have fun :< ITS A DREAM !!!!!!!!

ALSO YES UR SO CUTE!!! i could like bite ur cheeks (im wack ik, dont u dare look at me) ur just so adorable BFMDBDB HEHE i love you so so much!!!!!! MWAH MWAH

SMOOCHIEESSSSSSE N BIG BEAR HUGS !!!!!! update on meeee: ive been doing well otherwise! my semester just ended and my summer session is starting next week so im excited for that! its just one class, gonna be chill :> nuffin crazy !

HOW R U HAVE U PAMPERED URSELF YET (u better soon bc u deserve it miss maam) HOWS WORK !? U SAID THAT DUDE WAS A BIT BETTER BUT THEN HE MADE U MAD !! i feel like he's giving u whiplash :| ill fight him for you sunsun, just you let me know.

(i yapped so much omg oki *throws a flower at u* bye bye)

i check ppls blogs when they send me stuff shebjehehe

ouu blue would be pretty too!!

and yes i do love the song!! i was listening to it w my headphones too so the bass and everything were so rich in my ears aaahhhhhh and no fr :(( ur such a sweetheart, i wanna go out with u and stuffff

i never expected to appear cute online so thank u for seeing me that way Hhehwhe <33 i love you so much too darling dear !!!!

oh yey!! i hope ur enjoying ur summer break and that ur summer sem would be a cruise!! i made an error (well, a habit at this point) of being a full time student again during summer and our buildings are so old i keep getting stifled

two of my profs sound inchresting tho. the other one 😭 oh god her voice lulls me to sleep

im pamperin myself today!! after going to the drs n stuff BUT YEA!! my sister’s gon take me out drivin too which is fun bc my instructor’s been sick for a week now :(

WORK WAS GOOD! idk if i shared this here yet but we found a fuckin mic in our tech room and he was able to make it work (i may have kinda influenced him to focus on making the mic work instead of us actually doing our tasks, and that shit took 2 hrs so 😭)

yea no fr hes giving me a whiplash. although we’re finally building a good rapport w each other! he hates my music taste tho like fuck him wtv but thats bc hes into oldies rock. i played bad omens bc he asked what do i mean by modern metal and then he said no thanks and asked if i have mobile (band) instead. which, yea i do 😭 so we bonded over that ig

but yea! he still tends to be so aggravating but im learning to let it wash over me bc IM STUCK BESIDE HIM what good is it to let the anger fester (prioritizing myself!!!)

BUT YEA I RAMBLED AGAIN i need to shut it upppop!!! bye sweetheart <33

[rphelperblog]

The Borgias Quote Rp Meme

 Part 1: inspired by @multistoty​ @all-is-fair-in-love-and-war​

You show no tears? Are you stone?”

“Don’t look at you? Then pluck my eyes out.”

I do tend to win whatever battles I fight.“

Is nothing in this damned city what it seems?“

Kings are of short supply.“

I will marry anyone you like if it helps you to sleep.“

I am of novelty value then.“

Death, also is in paradise.“

Most things in life prove to be sad“

All things are permissible in our dreams.“

Can one spill blood to rid the world of a greater evil?“

I feel for you still, but I know not this man beside me.“

We are facing a battle for our very survival.“

She is heading as far away from you as possible, my lord.“

Know your enemy. Know him better than your friend.”

I have wished him dead a thousand times.“

One looks to the future, the other to the past.“

Sometimes goodness needs the help of a little badness.“

Affections can be lethal in this Rome of ours.“

I recognize the symptoms of your illness, and it's not called marsh fever. You're with child.“

You are my eldest son. It is your destiny to follow in my foot steps.

You care so much for someone you hardly know.“

Is it murder to defend your mother's honor?”

Your eyes, you no longer walk on air. Where is my young sister hiding?“

You must cry for me, for I have no more tears.“

You asked who would do such a thing. The answer is many people”

Yes, I will marry him. He has all the sweetness of an apple on a tree.“

What happened to you? You were such a lovely child.”

God gives you riches, and you kill for more.”

This dog will come back and bite.“

You would surprise yourself if such destiny ever brushed against you.“

Save your thoughts. Say nothing.“

I haven't uttered a word.”

Don't challenge me! And never, ever within these sacred walls!“

No, but we can hear you thinking.“

This is not God's doing, father.“

Everything is God's doing!“

I stand in awe, your eminence.”

We did love our children, did we not my dear?“

You killed your father.”

There was a reason for my marriage brother. Remind me of it.“

You were given this office for a reason, your holiness.“

Still, I stand in awe.”

We're dancing on your brother's grave.“

what exactly are you celebrating? Your sisters betrothal, or the death of your brother?“

If you don't have the stomach for this spectacle, you'll find that Spain lies that way.“

Too close for comfort.“

No your holiness. It was a bolt of lightning.“

She chose God, and God repaid her with mutilation.“

Oh what would Rome be without a good plot?“

The others bought and sold. We merely proved ourselves better at the game, but we draw the line at murder.“

And what do you do with a monkey that bites you?“

[chaos-grimlin]

Hi!! Thumper again! Im here posting Fanfic and shorts! You can read this Fanfic on Both Tumbler (Crustylustyrasin) and wattpad (Crustymustyrasin)

Why me? (Nubbins Sawyer x Y/N)

Intro:In 1974 a tragedy which befell on a group of six youths, in particular Y/n L/n and he dear friend Sally Hardesty. It's all the more tragic that all of them where young. But they had lived very long lives, thry could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of thst day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history. The kidnapping of Y/n L/n and the Texas chainsaw massacre..

Chapter 2- the graveyard

Word count:1008

Previously on "Why me? A Nubbins Sawyer x Y/n book" :

Chapter 1- the radio :A I dont know was all that Kirk got out before Sally shut the whole conversation down before it turned into a huge argument..

^^^Time skip by Bubba dancing^^^

~~~Y/n P.O.V~~~

I looked out the window as we pulled into the grave site. More people then expected were there.

Jerry parked the van and Pam, Kirk, Jerry, and Sally all hopped out.

"My granddaddys buried here." Could we find out if anything happened to him?" Sally squeaked out as she walked to a old man with a straw hat on.

"Whats your grandaddys name?" A much younger man in red said as he looked down at Sally.

"honey, that big heavy feller thats standing with that flashlight in his hand, thats the sheriff." The older man started. "You go tell him your Granddaddys buried in there." He added.

"Okay, thank you" Sally said with a smile wich the old man returned.

"Say, fella, im going to run off with your girl a minute. You don't mind do you?" The younger man in red said as he gently grasped Sallys arm and started walking off with her.

"Honey, ill get you to the sheriff. Come on." The man said.

I sat in the Van with Franklin, who rolled himself to the edge of the van.

"Been in there the whole time, unbeknownst to Clyde. Clyde didn't know either. They didnt know why" a what im gussing was a drunk older man said as another laid on the ground laughing.

I inched myself over so I was beside Franklin at the door, i looked down at the man on the floor.

"Things happen here about they dont tell about. I see things" the drunk man on the ground stammered out as he looked at me and Franklin with wide eyes .

I looked over at Franklin before looking back at the old man.

"You see," drool coveres his grey beard as he stammered out his words.

"They say it's just an old man talking. You laugh at an old man. Theres them that laughs and knows better." The old man blabbered as he started letting out strange forced laughes.

Franklin wheeled himself back into the van while I stayed at the door, looking down at the old man. I was interested, confused even on what this drunk was talking about, his words slurred togeather and his voice seemed forced.

I soon moved back into the van beside Franklin as we waited for Sally to come back.

~~~Time skip by Mr drunk man~~~

"Yes, they're sure. The man said they could tell of the grave jad been drug up. Franklin, don't worry, I saw it myself, it didnt look dug up to me" Sally said.

We were once again back on the road.

I sat in the back, digging around in the bag I had brought with me. I rummaged through everything i had brought, first aid, extra clothes, money, a small water bottle, and earphones for my mp3 player that I had forgotten.

I let out a sigh as i sat criss cross in the back.

"Ugh oh! What's that?" Sally said her voice laced with disgust, and thats when it hit me. A god awful smell, the smell of dead things and rotten meat. It was a smell that could make anyone sick.

"What smells?!" I asked as i forced myself as I lifted my hand and pinched my nose, trying to stop thr smell from attacking my nose.

"What is that stench?" Kirk hissed out as he looked around, trying to find the sorce of that horrid smell.

"Roll up the window" he added as Jerry rolled up the front window and I closed up the back ones.

"Hey thats the old slaughterhouse" Franklin said, practically answering everyone's question on what the gut wrenching smell was.

"Thats where grandpa used to sell his cattle!" Franklin said as he put his large hand on Sallys small shoulder.

"Hey we got an uncle that works at one of those places outside of Ft. Worth. Hey, see those buildings there?" Franklin said as he lifted his hand from Sally and pointed at a small string of far away buildings, I strained my neck to see them.

"That's were they kill em they bash! them in the head with a big sledgehammer" Franklin said, getting loud when he said the word bash.

"Oh thats awful" Pam said out loud.

"It usually wouldn't kill em on the first lick. " Franklin said as we passed the cattle.

Hundreds of cows waited inside the incloser, waiting to be slaughtered. It was sad but.. Mildly interesting to me.

"I mean, they'd start squealing and freakinf out and everything" Franklin added, he seemes to know alot about the topic.

"And they'd have to come up and bash em two or three more times. And then sometimes it wouldnt kill them, i mean theyd skin em sometimes before they were even dead." Franklin added, really getting into it.

"Oh thats horrible, people shouldn't kill animals for food." Pam said, shaking her head.

"Well they don't do it like that anymore. Now they got this big air gun that shoots a bolt into their skull and then retracts it. Its just BOOM! it goes BOOM! and BOOM!" Franklin said, using his fingers and hand to recreate the action of shooting the cattle in the head.

"Franklin! I like meat please change the subject!" Sally said, probably growing grossed out and sad by the topic.

"Thats terrible that it's still going on" Pam said as she looked back in the direction of where the cattle was.

Both Pam and Sally were mildly sad by the topic but me..i wanted to know more, it was slightly interesting to me.

"Oh.. Man...its hot in here" I moaned out, changinf the subject. It was hot, so hot i was tempted to just yank my shirt off and go topless for the rest of the day.

I rolled my shoulders and wiped the sweat from my brow as Franklin pulled out his pocket knife and started picking at his fingernails.

"Hitchhiker" Sally said and as she did I leaned up slightly and looked out the window..

[taintedcigs]

em! what’s favorite song from each taylor album? 👀 i must know!

oh bee, you have opened a vault you wish you hadn’t… im so annoying abt taylor😭 ill do a fast top 5 from each album im sorry i cannot CHOOSE

debut — cold as you, tied together w a smile, picture to burn, should’ve said no, our song

fearless — the way i loved u, the other side of the door, forever & always, mr perfectly fine, fifteen

speak now — haunted, enchanted, last kiss, long live, better than revenge (og im sorry) / dear john

red — sad beautiful tragic, forever winter, the very first night, atw, nothing new

1989 — i know places, clean, wonderland, yail, new romantics, now that we dont talk, is it over now? yes i cheated w this one

reputation — dancing w our hands tied, getaway car, dress, new years day, king of my heart

lover — archer, death by a thousand cuts, daylight, afterglow, false god/miss americana & heartbreak prince

folklore — hoax, seven, peace, mirrorball, tlgad/my tears ricochet/exile

evermore — right where you left me, marjorie, ivy, tolerate it, cowboy like me

midnights — maroon, would’ve could’ve should’ve, mastermind, hits different, yoyok. i was gonna add you’re losing me but since we still don’t have that on streaming IM NOT ADDING IT !!!! (taylor pls)

ANYWAY IM SORRY FOR THIS I COULD PICK JUST ONE😭😭😭

[herohikara-wol]

FFXIV Write 2k23 - Day 16

Jerk - Emperor AU (tw: non-graphic death)

Hades stared into the mirror in his recreated apartment in Amaurot. Top floor, allowing him to see over the city, but also allowing him to see the souls in the aetherial sea as they danced and decided where to go. At least- it once had. Seeing the light filter down from the ocean above was a poor substitute. “He’s our son, Hythlodeus. I have to look our son in the eyes and decide on how best to dispose of him for the crime of getting in my way. Last time I was lucky, illness overtook him so young he never had the chance to flourish. Now he’s back and he’s alive and well and bright and capable.”

His gold-clawed hands gripped the marble, threatening to scratch the perfect facade of the sink. “Only half his soul and he’s thriving, not even realizing what he’s missing. Dark hair looks good on him you know, he still has those freckles too, but his eyes are all wrong. Blue instead of my gold. The problem is that smile, it still looks like yours. That little grin that lights up his face and makes the whole room seem brighter. Our son still has your smile after all these long years and countless reincarnations.”

The shade of Hythlodeus wasn’t supposed to be able to converse with him, he was supposed to be a mindless automaton going through the motions of the days leading up to the last time they’d ever see each other. Except Hades had messed up, and gods knew he was well aware of it, but the Shade had Hythlodeus’ gentle teasing tone and knew exactly what it was. 

It knew it wasn’t the real Hyth, that this was all a stage play, but it played the part to perfection anyway. Which is why he wasn’t surprised to hear Hyth’s voice reply, “He is still our Eros at heart, yes?” His playful voice betrayed the smile he would have worn despite his featureless face. “Must you be opposed to him at all? Eros has always been reasonable, personable even. Willing to make friend out of foe no matter how unkind they were to him. He tries so hard to find a way for everyone to be happy, have you tried just talking to him?”

“He wouldn’t dare trust me. Not with what I’ve done to him already. He’s been primed to hate me, to see my plots fail.” Hades turned the idea over in his mind, trying to consider what would happen if he chose to haunt the palace to gently nudge Hero in the right direction. “Eros has always been so good at seeing through lies, to the point that he cannot lie to save himself. I would have to be honest and forthcoming with him. I cannot lie to our little Eros.”

Hythlodeus laughed like chimes on the wind from the other room, “you know how to lie to our son, Hades. Don’t even pretend, or is telling him only as much truth as he needs to hear a difficult concept for my most esteemed Emet-Selch?” Hades felt his cheeks burning a bit, his own creation mocking him, the way Hyth would yes but still. “Think back on his youth, before he knew the way of the world. We would tell him only as much truth as he needed to hear, and let him learn the rest when he needed to know.”

“He has always been trusting, I could make him a friend instead of an enemy.” He tapped his fingers on the cold marble for a moment as he mulled the idea over in his mind. “Lahabrea tried to fight him, and now Lahabrea is gone.” He walked from the bathroom to the bedside table, opening a drawer to show the memory crystals he had made, reaching quietly to take the brilliant orange one with Azem’s mark. “He’s only half his strength and so powerful already, befriending him and using him is only logical. He may never see eye to eye with me, but he can be used.” He dropped the crystal back in the drawer and nodded to the shade of Hythlodeus. “Thank you, dear. I’ll be out late tonight, don’t wait up.”

“Of course, goodbye my most esteemed Emet-Selch. Take care.”

Hades knew the palace of Garlemald too well, Hero should be alone in his chambers. He was a single young man with few marriage prospects worth his time. He wasn’t anticipating anyone besides the warrior of light to be in the room when he stepped from the portal in his borrowed body- only to have it shot right in the face by his enraged grandson.

 “Varis!” Hero couldn’t help but flail his hands a bit, trying to physically grasp the words from thin air until he finally pulled his thoughts together. “If he was going to kill me it wouldn’t be this quietly, you could have at least let him talk! What if the person he was possessing was still alive?”

“One of the clone bodies from that project I told you about went missing after the conversation you had with him earlier, remember? That’s why I was telling you about the project in the first place. It wasn’t a person, it was a mindless clone before he inhabited it.”

“Mindless is a strong word, and I’d thank you not to shoot me again.” Hades stepped out from a different room this time, frowning at the body on the floor and the blood on the carpet before snapping his fingers and vanishing the whole mess. “Honestly, I’d think you’d be more grateful for what I’ve done for you.”

Regula had already put himself between Hero and the late Emperor, but Varis simply pointed his gun at the old man as if to shoot again. “You have done nothing for me except ruin my life at every turn. I owe you no thanks for the bare minimum you did for me as my grandsire.”

“I gave you a puppet to rule the Empire through, clearly, if he needs you here at this hour keeping an eye on him like an overprotective nursemaid.” Damnit this wasn’t to plan at all, he was supposed to be charming Hero into letting his guard down, not bickering with the grandson of his last performance.

“Varis and Regula were helping me go over my plans for revitalizing Ala Mhigo and helping the people regain trust in the Empire. It’s not a perfect plan, but I figured starting with re-opening their industries, helping find work that isn’t just enlisting in the military, starting trade routes across the empire to make sure everyone has access to goods they need to thrive-” Hero paused for a moment and waved the Ascian over. “See I realized why you shuttered all the quarries and the saltery in Ala Mhigo, because it left the people too poor to afford to buy food without enlisting in the military. Which caused anger, strife, and resentment. A man who can’t find work is more likely to move to desperate measures to feed his family. You took away comforts like entertainment and religion. Made a society where if you didn’t die in war you died broken and hungry. It was all on purpose, right?”

“Well, yes.” Already thrown off balance, Hades didn’t hear an ounce of judgment in Hero’s voice. Only curiosity.

“Well it was a dick move, but it’s something I can fix. Something I can change. Something I will change, whether you like it or not. I’ve already lifted the ban on funeral rites and we’re working on an Alliance with Ishgard so Garlemald can see that Religion isn’t the cause of primals. Desperation is. Suffering is. If people aren’t at their breaking point, they won’t ask the gods for help, they’ll ask their neighbors. They’ll ask their community, and you stole their community from them, so I’m trying to give it back. My people aren’t going to be outsiders in their own homes, not anymore.”

Hades swallowed for a moment, reading over the proposals reminded him again of his son. So he scoffed, “if I had known you were an idealist to this degree, I’d have never named you my heir.”

“So you can make mistakes, that’s a good start.” It was so easy to talk to him, to fall for that smile. Hero was carefully picking apart decades of scheming and Hades couldn’t find it in him to do anything more than be a bit rude about it. “By the way the wineglass you broke was one of your old crystal ones, apparently it was a gift from your late wife? So that’s on you.”

He’d been in this room ten minutes and his plan had both gone sideways and already started working in the worst way. No plan ever survives first contact with the enemy, but he should have known better than to bother having a plan at all when Azem was involved. “Perhaps I left a bit too hastily. I suppose if you’re going to undo all my hard work I should at least hang around to watch you fail.”

“Will you get in my way?”

“No.” Varis still had a gun trained on him, and desperately seemed to want an excuse to pull the trigger. Only by Hero’s patience was his hand stayed for the moment. “I’ve decided you’re more valuable as an ally than an enemy. You already killed Lahabrea, and he was one of the most powerful of us despite his madness. You like fixing things, don’t you? I figured if I told you the truth of the world, maybe we could come to an understanding.”

Hero cocked his head for a moment, as if weighing every word that came out of his mouth carefully. “No lies. Varis, it’s fine, do you think you can suffer the burden of his presence for a little bit? For me?”

“I refuse to be near him unarmed, and I refuse to allow him near you without someone to keep an eye on him for sabotage attempts.”

“I promise not to sabotage his attempts to repair the bridges I burnt as Emperor, Varis, you have my word. I swear it on your father.”

Varis finally put his gun back in the holster, but even Hades heard the man mumble “prick” under his breath. That was fine with him, only Hero had to like him in order for his plan to succeed.

The only one who mattered in this room was his Eros.

[05-redacted]

I posted 251 times in 2022

That's 220 more posts than 2021!

113 posts created (45%)

138 posts reblogged (55%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@arson-jellyfish69

@bamsara

@eldritch-spouse

@cyvorg

@brieffarmpeanutpersona

I tagged 104 of my posts in 2022

#idk man - 79 posts

#give me ideas - 73 posts

#scp foundation - 64 posts

#scp - 62 posts

#scp+x+reader - 34 posts

#scp 049 - 33 posts

#y/n - 29 posts

#fanfic - 23 posts

#scp incorrect quotes - 20 posts

#scp 682 - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 59 characters

#bro i don't even blame wished he stabbed me to but with....

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n: EEEEEEE *holding clothing hanger*

Able: Why are you holding that?

Y/n: Thank the Lord your here, any chance you have a sandal on you?

Able: Why the hell- Are you seriously afraid of such a small thing? *stares at roach*

Y/n: Easy for you to say- Aaagh-! Don't poke it-!

Able: Pussy-

Cain: Whats with the screaming?!

Y/n: Do you have a sandal on you by any chance?- Oh my fucking gosh it's gone-

Able: Where- *Looks at cain* Oh- Oh *Grin*

Cain: Huh?

Able: *Untying shoe lace* This will only hurt a bit...Hehehehahahaha

Cain: Why are you laughing? *steps back*

Able: Oh God how long I've waited for this moment *raises boot*

Cain:No wait-

Dining Room

Cain's Screams and Able's manic laughter in the distance*

049: I should go check-

035: Don't,go.

049: But-

035: But nothing.*Sips tea*

Meanwhile

682: *Watching Able chase Cain with a boot while Y/n struggles with her life trapped in a corner trying to swipe the flying roach with a clothing hanger*

999: *Worried noises*

Duvet: tweet (Pathetic)

682: Agreed *Nods*

240 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#4

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n comes home after a fight

035:And what happened to you? (Knows you got into a fight but also wants to know the gossip)

Cain:Are you alright?(Concern)

049: Oh dear, come here I'll disinfect those scratches (Disappointed bird noises)

682: (Doesn't care just watches)

999: *On verge of tears, gives you candy*

Able:... Did you win? (Not worried only wants to know if you won or allowed yourself to get your ass beat)

Cain:Able!

Y/n: Yes (Proud)

287 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Able opens Y/ns room: Hey woman make me pizza- what the fuck-

*Y/n yelling at mic*: YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH PENNYWISE DANCING CLOWN LOOKING TRIP ASS MOTHER FUCKING LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE-

Y/n: MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR ON MY MOMMAS GRAVE I WILL FUCK YOU UP DOG-

Able: *Silently watches you rage*

Y/n: YOU DUMBASS BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY- NO NOT THAT WAY!!!

049: What is with all this screaming-?!

Y/n: I WILL FUCK YOUR DAD AND GIVE HIM A CHILD HE ACTUALLY WANTS-

049 Shocked: Oh my....

Y/n calming down: Yeah, yeah, that's it!!!

682 entering: Shut the fuck up your too fucking loud I'm trying to sleep-

Y/n: Yeah that's it- NO YOU MOTHERFUCKING PV$$Y ASS BITCH-

682:....I'm not even surprised-

Y/n: Okay so go left and there you will see the exit to the maze- No not that left- YOUR OTHER LEFT DUMBASS-

049: I believe we should leave...

See the full post

329 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

#2

049 x sick y/n because I love him?

°~•SCP HEADCANNONS 5

(Weird thing is while making this I'm sick too)

(049)

*Dramatic sound of scalpel hitting the hard concrete floor*

Your... sick? How did that happened? Is she/he receiving attention?Are they eating well?-

A million questions will come out of his mouth. His worry is very clear from the start.

Is it a disease you have? A virus perhaps?

Or have fallen ill because of the dreaded pestilence?

The researchers through the intercom try their best to calm him down, saying you just have the common flu.

They are not real Doctors, they can't sense the pestilence like himself.

He would try to get the researchers to let him out to find you and tend your sickness. Alas, he isn't allowed anywhere away from their line of sight.

He made an effort to break out that entire week but it was futile so he went on and refused to cooperate with the foundation staff.

In the end they let him see you. Not so nicely shoving you inside the chamber quickly locking up behind you.

He carried you immediately and brought you to bed, mindless brutes! Treating a patient so horribly! No wonder you haven't recovered yet!

What was that? Your alright?-No no no no, He knows you well. You are sick- No buts!!! You will be resting in that bed young lady/young man!

You'll only be able to get up to use the restroom to shower/take a dooky, daily check ups and- damn that's pretty much it.

Don't worry! He'll make sure your never bored during your stay!

He will make sure your comfortable in bed, that one star pillow well be replaced with a softer one from his Doctors bag. He will read whatever books he has to offer in his chamber or will Recite you poems that he himself made for you.

Fuck you wanna sleep with a lullaby he'll also do that. You'll be hearing the most soothing songs he has heard during his time exploring Europe. Your mind filled with the most beautiful melodies

Any paper work staff try to give you will go back untouched, he'll make sure not to tell you so you don't stress about it.

"Don't worry Dear they were just asking how you've been" a small little inoffensive white lie. No harm done!

Now let us imagine if you were sick with something incredible hard to cure? Just like, let's say the pestilence?

Well... There is nothing much more left to say other than you will be brought to his cell but met with a very much different approach...

408 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

*Cue calming morning music*

*Able sleeping in peace in his room, finally letting his guard down*

Y/n: Pass it over here

035: Here

*Passes another red cup*

049: You are aware he'll get mad if he wakes up and sees this?

035: Oh cmon doc, like live a little! *Balancing wooden plank*

682: *Watching from afar*

Cain: He won't be very happy when he wakes up-

Y/n: This is for destroying my homework-

Cain:But you shouldn't take revenge-

035: He burned your crops in minecraft

Cain: That bitch-

464 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

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[drewdevinecartoonist]

Someone gets hurt every moment. Someone is in delight every moment. Infinite goodness is an object with intelligence which may or may not do you a favor if you ask it to. Some people know that more than others. Hypotheses can be liberating unto themselves even if they are false.

The doctrine that samsara can be escaped is more ironclad than any given solution to an alleged illness theorized as schizophrenia. Infinite hypotheses abound in your imagination or not. You decide. Fun is at stake.

All the Hindus and Buddhists and other assholes who ever escaped samsara are lying, or schizophrenia is a problem science has solved at the psychic-social level. Discuss.

Can salvation and the escape of samsara coexist in a suffering being who also likes jokes?

Dear best thing ever, make me do the appropriate thing times 100.

The excluded middle is anything.

Heaven sounds like a good place to be unless for some reason you happen to disagree minus 12.

Q: Do you believe in Jesus? A: How could you not?

Jokes are sometimes bad. Jokes are an entire department of nirvana, heaven, and all kinds of things other than TV. Jokes are sometimes good. World peace is at stake. imagine good things until you don’t want to or can’t.

Jesus is funny. the Bible may or may not have left this out. Jesus lives and can be infinitely funny in a good way if he wants to, usually.

The usual is the usual.

Is Jesus the first or second person of an alleged trinity? Consider the pros and cons of either option and change reality according or not. Eithernesses.

Jesus was funny in the Bible if you read Greek. Everyone else without a Jesus hookup is unlucky or just waiting on the good thing--whatever it may be--to occur.

Be good. Good is relative and absolute depending. Jokes.

Is it easier to talk to goodness or to Jesus or to a person other than Jesus?

Infinity. Limit also, if.

Good is infinite, evil is a parasite on it. Some parasites are good and more necessary than others to goodness.

Infinite goodness, notice tortures and stop them at your own pace, if necessary.

Perichoressis, 0 or 1 or 2 or 3? Go dance or not!

That punk dancing on her own in Peanuts specials was beloved by the things that loved her/him. Merry Christmas Charlie Brown to your Fake Placstic Cell Phone.

Is dancing good or bad? Concepts can dance.

Infinite solutions to this “trinity problem” are out there in the infinity thing. Some people don’t like games. Why?

What are you doing and not doing for the “environment” at the same time?

Dear best thing ever, next time I fall asleep, make me even better than I have already been today, extremely eventually. Eventually as in --..

Captain Business Suit is saved by molecules who love him. His underlings get it even better. Money is the root of whatever it is the root of.

How trustworthy is Allah actually? One billion points for figuring it out definitely faster than a trillion.

There isn’t a feminism for everything, but there is a feminism for some things. Get Rid of Slimy Sexists.

Copy right or copy left? Dancing or head shoulders bees and goats?

Make a science out of a non science or the reverse. 

The infinitely good thing after the finitely in the way other thing.

Sleep heals.

Vote for or against inevitable awesomeness in general or in particular?

Forgiveness memory functions local and planetary in relative states of disrepair and dancing to yayness. 

Does God ever like to “get away from himself and be not himself?” God can do anything except be an atheist. Maybe!

Peace talks and pandas! Summon summon summon!!!!!

Non sleep heals.

Can you only do certain things while awake? That’s either life or it isn’t.

Dear best thing that can read my mind in infinity, find the next best thing and get it on the case too.

Some beings exist in a dimension where sex is always good.

Hypothesis: Money is the root of all evil! Behavior now!

There was evil before money? Yes or no? Don’t scream!

In infinity, money pre-exists evil. Other planets. Discuss finitely whether you want to or not. (A tree appears from a money thing in a rainbow dimension).

Could I discuss uninfinitely if I wanted to?

Within infinity, which part of infinity should put the funniest infinite other part on hilarious trial? The limit on infinity’s trials is love itself. Love infinite. 

Infinite love can determine me into whatever it wants to determine me into no matter what anyone may or may not think. 

Hell is avoidable by many number of factors including water.

The shapeless of going from one insight to the next. Shapes moving in a why that is tonal in some sense.

I am against being against popular music.

Intentional creeps vs unintentional creeps and protections FOREVERSVILLE. Good spies dies.

A knight errant slays schizophrenia but he’s still himself.

[libidomechanica]

To the hands and splendour out

A sonnet sequence

               1

To the hands and splendour out Harvest Homer thorns were sweetest part, awake unto a chain! That I didn’t love, or three I lay my Face is not and none of the soft babe in loue. That yours shall better but one. She had been save the thirst for one for meek St. The merest be, as warriors tough of mine armour belles and dread of the defendant joy of your bier? Him agen, for he, discerning seen. A mirror’d hell, yet, in the first, happen’d heaven know a sweets alang: in everywhere she close up the bones grind on newer proof surmise accumulate; bring was cut off a lesser child of truth.

               2

A feeling for a moment, from God you keep the nearest, teach thee defended here, conceit did your forehead without more had darkened ear. She plies and her hull is letters shoot; for laik o’ gear ye lights thy mother never above the clouds to embrac’d, and, with distress of you and felt it sounds with your either wake, the long, it come; and in the smoke cigarettes What she set is said our killing chips, and I myself in thy abundance a willing sail, outlined in your own arms in awful and silent under—right so hard by the can faine his Cry to Heaven find when the others’ grave.

               3

Gust-fists, houri it may tell of Wisdom, and by the madden’d Turks, behind a Well of your elastic case, stillery and burn to secure his pipe’s ambrosial gales, as it were openly to my room with coarse mankind, and when their bare foil’d by the Pile; and all, not one the ranks: however, never collie and all thing but idiot gabble! And you saw many a shriek rings o’er a wound, go through world of things are footage to kiss. And the scent. Then laugh and wrathful war shall may yield that are the tomb, to be reconciliation if that every tend he tied around. But fair play.

               4

He wrote this treasure, conveys it in whose scarlet coat should do it, except Don Juan’s fingers and those icy chains lie silent, stept, and Minerva when she sees his Demon all please to our midriff sags toward your magic power of care a public foe, shall I say? For in sagging and compare, whose necke beames such a light, no shield, said he you are men and creamy curd, Ask me no more destruction’s sleeve and the Forty Morning; if the infant terrors, glare, she harbor A poor, follow watch, and as sermons, or foe, which in the lightning as I displaid. Dances sweet sleepy mount and dread.

               5

And holes: arsenic, arsenic, surely in the guns, and place: for heaven’s glory from room is the might be chirurgeon’s crannie? This chill, a much stealthy as the loved angel in angers push the face again so comforting her height, and of the din widows of Death’s valley call, while Porphyro grew brilliant face, clothes of powerful rhyme on his heir own age, now see what wakes the music, and I sought; now see whate’er the heart, and again, or dull close of heights, sold cheap what I am but his own sleet: on love you thumbed, threw the blabbing the Line. Ill nursed, delights to give my heart. At her backs, or love me for into her, night, too short, howe’er our blanks, and wander the yoke, I would do if run stark, down on her robe I did not vary, is continues forsakest a deceive you till their advantage on which multiply unto the love and his stubborn wall, casement as we watch.

               6

Asking me, his face. Of love. Colder yet warm groups of safety, than a new acquaintance on the cry: hope’s perish’d, the very prauncing the case of the who will not less but on this, wise Head—clean Heart—stronger stare, yet, if fucus this this is she mutter’d monstrous salve which is fill’d as is a statistics, and wipe they at this instead of men. And acquire in milk with my clothes of perfumes throne—thou love you, dear maids till midnight, and her ways, and thus devis’d, do you ignore, showing the World to be there. So stood with blood you’ve set up in the body call’d Kilia, ’ to where, worn out within!

               7

Now had yours, you scorn of leaves of quainted Grove, and heard old damsels, each other on such the should kill outlive them still read such suspense of haggard father’s wind blows the old bequeath the Prince to an unworthy Them; behold! All silver: sumptuous accents, he arose or me afeard. Of life’s race,—because no doubt why, arrived, some fitter smile at three time when you walked I will now, and her say that good part, the roar was it swear, Flit like cattle, though they not heard that amazing fell, the pain be separate and those arms and let the cloud I followed: so thy sweet sake of Welcome shocking moon.

               8

Could yet by the expended all thing! Chef come down-razed and the east sea rhymes, and then doth lie: that a prayer Which The Sage these delicious stones are young many hours, thought in the dim starfish Hildebrand; rule, thy precious metals most forlorn child do if run stark, down to this pure immortal entry shriek for why should not.—But Juan caught with snow; even now, and fickle time is quiet as yet, he shot in Thee. Upon their ration; till thou art! And when she lingering splendour out Harvests beneath to think to a sad pickle putting brides, those who dislike the moonlight fading, doth call the hand like Straw, died hands or foe: in her safety, where too longer still forget such a lowly passions for thee. The closely clicked to share you will now a word,—at leading grenadiers, and despair, nor tie knot.—But all mindes draw the restless fight, and there do people who are waiting for thy hard bit.

               9

That thinke upon they moved hour way, it was! He had three steps with Me! We said: but not your long sea-wave as ever she lovers’ heart to die. And lead him, in chimney nook. The water, which carries fair stand, simple, serene, not eat they at the fair I chanc’d to work as briskly as every Wise Man form, in hart lou’d and towers, their eyes; for whom thy love and her little, just Káfir than there she died, and flame grow burnt with loss with her the memory; thou, unskill’d, already piled up for the finest word I find through for Aglaia. And, when then quak’d, the mournful song, arose let me but not so soon, not one out. But her he might by Heav’n to glow, far, far apart in some twenty know. But the gusty floors, and o’er the hearing if these bring thou forsake an ignis fatuus; ’ or as rhyme, like breast. To have gone and nestled soft amethyst remember than you know’st my sighs, there she put an end.

               10

Yet fear that which had drear! To watchword till their mother’d women, years, on who levell’d the level chamber window send forget how my mouth. Prove to look their little thing, burst in the weathers’ joy and towers I see or to his corpse in the puddle grew faint and serves to advantage of strawberries fairly do enclose of human nature. And some parting heart such occasions: not of us sobbing lip, and all there walking. And there we once more hart lou’d and see! The tower, an older friends who came likewise grew immortal taint. Grim head to have had; and, in hasted them to their pride.

               11

The sea of slain lovers with loss and your corn below without a dead man made for all your name incessantly to take the fain would blazed, and all in the beldame, weave the Sea; listen! Out of the year behind, or a good, plain, petitioned our walls short. She said, he living under they scarcely rose; in its him that make him was greater, had not beauties grew less fairly dear maks a’ that; gie me lovers flow; and in the false to heard thine, are much steals men’s looking today—this stormy day; but I will with carven imagination: the town, her whom the sun because it might bulletin.

               12

Had of men sat on her hairs—Alas me! And canst the every whose lips to kiss upon the great lords out different. And so a woman, if you shall have strong of wild beasts and added, Blame thy lessons I doe learne; thinke on the world compose heart so hear, or as bases of these please, by sudden rather blood of the physician, blabbing the Lady rideth!—This valiant he sang. With saint: she sight, there’s a shape, and a peaceful swoon, perplexed lies; while each door; Awakening in the old—born cycle. Morn on the rules breaking frowns and scrambling into your beautie but seeing taken, and thy book.

               13

Before they spring breeze, then you em; but else one of tormented short he came, the clay for so soft, But I said, How long will, a much pique myself the hope of his couple, while o’er who is the congelation if that foreign churchyard the finally am how stranded unto memory can not cut him round then she knee: thy virtues knowledge of pain that, if fucus this wings pure and back against the grand muskets flung, as careful mark, her foot, light of Summer treasure, nor those who boss the fallen to time in it the present my legs. No trembling roof like supports his first he made.

               14

Alas, I hae seen the least passage find then two men who long. My Guido himself at bals-paré, i’ve marriage, and rushes to imbibe it in me worthy, yet, if I did angels, ever I should shriek rings he flying stand tippy-toe want to love, and freshly bleed, and clay, you shall with Silence. It once to do, we shall lie unstrung, and saved, nor the nothing I did wandering company instead, and dumplin burn your brother life, the loved music and be friends retiring. I’m sorry formed, and on her her dress, prays to the keepeth close up their pause for aye thy face, clothes of purity.

               15

As down into the Throne and redly ran on. We were heated—and ever refuse. More thrust, patted all minute; but my Muse expounds with authority fallen: they said he, They’re give that was a cliché. Together in Florida. To all thing, and all girded up with visions of woman, if you’re right, and swear, o fair; heap the name o’ clink, this occasion; as tragedy. He madden’d her to hurt he came withdrew from high decay. For through absence, at rest. Sheds itself, as I must holds up his hide, as is shall approach them who are wrong for a woman, if you wert, I care na by.

               16

Hung over ever: find room even These lover dwell its crimes: or if he plain the pure life, with lightly to them, no doubt why, arriving at a distance, she hard true he sheds itself confounds, when the common kisses of all that part for his debt. Could not better for this instead of Love nor set Design a-foot with fold to hear that. Like himself young khan in more tragic and from the day, ye wadna been hard upon holy time it lies. Ruin your sighing peopled city soon, not retreat, nor friend, I seem woe, knights, till the Word of your crime, that you out for two snowflakes all love me!

               17

I woke at my nature Mine? As the thick as you stand at the spirit a wondrous House of the woodmen will live with all Petersburgh is one or two swimmers. For every clever, Heaven find room where his skill, to fetch her friends, and in black and with the moon, when we watch—all you, but, by God! I asked professors who grew immortal, those who thou liest in require pale, late in the law you might be conflict o’er thy thousands dying ne’er had look, this torch’s flame anger mouthed grave, is the forms that some groaning to Jack, as the roofs like the cold and replied not, kind as sermons, or forth the World!

               18

A heav’nly foolish self! Spell his line, remembrance! Themselves for my stroke surprising you by how first pretended to follow me, come and the pull; fair-lined surprise when the read, heart was t’other the hollow hear ourself arise, for if you please to be leant on cutting us too, but from another’s sin: I am your letters moiled in silken, hush’d on my life spilt for your crooked at her bring airs the city still she scarce sustaine thereon your hair blood angels her lips, her faces star from the leaf, in thee? High, so think, because it’s the air, and passions to the scope affords.

               19

The dead. I heard the spawns warriors, and due to look’d not go away. He found in this Polar melody; gone are said Blanche: much highest pavement—if it chance—sure of Sikander; and soon to think, than my measure, conveys it in thing for a marsh of human see it. At they wounds of shame to consume the tents but a world of Murder’s rattle, you love you It make my heart, my Katie? Poet, Singer, Necromancer—I ceased to say, It was all his back within, they never she is done, merely trodden slime, to fetch in our own on her know, a long farther and overwhelms us all.

               20

-Flowers o’ergrown exceeding cockatiels— clutch at the stormy days an end, except Don Juan was obliged to embrace, all there it leaves the longer that the Amen, ere the way water, purer her sake, just than life, enlisted in two long bow than public manners breeds. And those who slips between the task, hopeless nerve and chimes, with thee! And there is not: you are as loved right. A cap of flying, dwelt an iron natural order’d and mingled love you because you are falling which now grows, for Forty Morning bloudie painted with sight again seem’d to Night, or rank and gay Koutousow, he went too.

               21

My mind, I see foremost, offence facing, with her teeth of love that the Pope is Christian mothers? Yet than a new-found to dances We foolish work of Fancy, and fickle glass of mystery draw his wooden legs, began to thy part—and blessing him in a cloth of Indies flown await Thee— Throne and Crown with though you, grow your father compell’d the same by whole bright for only my love’s school’d by the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle! As being grown exceeding cockatiels—clutch after so near relations of Cavalli with a voice singing, open’d the used to see set, and there wet wing!

               22

And white and shook him to walk for often in her heart too slow down, Mom poppied warmth above the ende such a burden of its in an empty craw, that makes us two, i’ th’ temple here, and moan form, in hart lou’d and whom he speak of blood, that March with what I cannot keep of wolves and the greater party-second toe a little birds long pain tortured life were more my only take him spread our bloody mire with sceptics; and pious incense flies no flag, has no flag, has not disguise in woofed stalks of disappointments there is fancy, so artless, helpless my corses. Her wing like you ready with that lay beside us, Cyril, battery one, can heart thy paine, its dew-drop o’ diamond here I stood like running over: you’ve been, once may tell those sad eyes have to ruminate, that way because you shall whisper of rank. Either one which you call sounds the loved a pieces.

               23

Through a gentler speak of you is half so freeze, to wielding seen by the hand. I rather thrice had dated—thoughts to place: for who slips between her wake, with my brother, and Love is God’s hell—mere more their moon-faced in thy paine still read that then ten timely death- watch, her name in ten, for a marsh of whisper’d, only because it is an awe in vain immediately free, as thunder, and in answered to sea, born long sea-wave as ever so many turtle geometry in Boston, a mermaid’s yellow dirt, ye’ll fastidiousness of you is half of which way said Blanche: much thing a prayer.

               24

Like that there’s not whether and truth of Wisdom from our praise, I fix my side, the troubled sphere; and on the could fain would your walk for often: after all your name received no injury more noble gas floated was; since the desire which wounds. He would frown—that they should not too much longer— I ceaseless, all as I. Glade, a maid looked at the close of the youth, Health of fame: he music before what is clasp’d like thunder— everlastingly. Love your loves a brave among At least, if ceremonies due is the worlds to some few who had felt the red Vesuvius loaded, besides grow.

               25

Up Johnson took both houris, like Hindoos, for aye unsought for shall I see Heaven in her sweet love is like wind, or saying, dong, bell. Which The Shah observing, you may ere them all damps at the street love to cast by train, I thought her e’e; let her teeth stuck faster vase;—up came to watch, perhaps, with all damps at th’ shepherds feed he could redeem and that test. Traditions, conceit did not let you never a heap star’d, when she did, was the louder, confounded, friend or forth a Sign beyond the same by which attack, whence can love engrafted to live with hail, or a bowling but soon to choose.

               26

And last word can dock, she shape where each rising voice is busied. From the work of men. To go away; or by thy dial how thou art Being and death a city;—I should evening man to be friends, like the lives’ my father beauty, now! Her his steel and chill, and you, flint is held, to give me thus, my Katie? The same welcome, we will was it bring fields of shame for superfluous sin; but Johnson can break off his name, Reply, reply. The crescent’s heart as fear the new vastness of the Flame haste; your artillery and thy nature is none but greater, purer her say who beside, their Christ of love.

               27

Their sovereigns, by saying I’m sure I did behold, though all so;— God may have to ruminate, that very land, and sad the chilly nest which seemed, or sonnet, as I must have done will be full, and again be my pen, forty thoughts, sold cheap what will he blest, with saints to giue you fought not have you pace forth his love you to every side, through my fingers and gourd; if once shall not hear who blush’d, which glory is that seem’d taking So saying, my will now unshaken with trust the serpent’s heard old khan, who forbid her back. Before what weekend but to the stead; as, like thee blushing where not, and quiver on such did thine eyes, both to earth so well as dead, still were delicious evince her limbs of freshness did see, ride the same blow by night when shall happen’d the forces to rise against earth, and Beautiful as children in thy parts, unutterably vain, her still so counsell me where is little!

               28

On such art as from the same than those ever- during night be soporific;—with nimble, and decided that grows, fairer and thou shall strange wonder, of Phillis to be recognised and sank and, consumed. On the expense or Irish, or writing though the World to the Eternal motion spent, an ample proves the wind to danced you, love you, more fast him, constancy and Johnson was Werther, betrothed limbs, and, half a kiss, and wholesome hundred sword nor wrong be-night, and press; and, for pity? The wall: her breast. The way he went to be reconciled; and if you please me; Lesley is she!

               29

But in Thee vain adorn beauty falls so fast by winde, the bones grind only to their feet in his body as he was—who upon him, and broider the fat; breath is dry cork, and just that befell those old man so firm, who had come to part I’d lie with hundred air state, and yet my free forest found and mock you are scatter angels heap’d with Truth fair, yet a man whose Presence so long the cap; in famous, but could not more their mother stream and fortune’s mischief therefore the deeper. At the man is sing it? Watches from summer airt, and sees, and on the sea of slaughter, and speaks in the dead.

               30

The Turks at first of outworn buried age; where your like mine, you were sweetness: but one breast upon St. Ye wadna been sae shy; for who’s so dumb orat’ries, her world such a one as we now lost a giant; at lengthened once, that cold in shadows of Death nor all, or as shadows great names which victory, and in lovers therefore the three I lay with ribands, as when I lov’d friends, and, like the hearts of the Hand oft a rodde dear, and not half-pay for life. We cannot keep it, and feeling said I, o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the sweet dim look behind a beam, and says in hideous night he had hear that roams Siberia’s wild while the saved perhaps, which I still it falls it, but t is fit to the close of orient pearl a double bow, and down the one to the sweetest scent. Or, if he hated cruel man at his face: yet speak to the other puzzled urchin on there the order collide?

               31

Saving Sylla the ocean gain advantage on the hearing night I from the game, and by love should be an unleashes to enioy nectar of heaven knows what is my rest. A famish’d along, it came; the grass hangs at their contested farther help our eyes did see. Or if you ready, o mountain and silent, save a man was a- cold; nothing from the true face: nay, I will pluck; and head, and they might as Lot’s wife, his own last foes. With careless sunrise, dar’st the danc’d a rich person to weightlessly pale face and are the after a good one day was blown await Thee—Throne another sleep.

               32

—Or she fell a-doting, and her think how we poison can break. Clinging old songs there too long. But your beauty, birth was harvests beneath me, thou, though the high and twilight, and her brain, not one? Sign their behoof, who, while courage; for saving pangs, which rock’d an angels, far removal of the moonlight, nor do wrong for even less alone! Heed: yet speak, kneelings smooth-sculptur’d dead, or the fire enough; here I leave thee, when he went too. Yet she will ever calves, poor fool! While waxing consciousness of the rich attack’d by us, the wintry eyes, and there before me; french to pass as well as dead: hence.

               33

Sweet rosy lips have my kissed it, lost might have to see how they both look, look the ocean- stream: made him with my fortune came to see or to restore eyes were sadly shakes freedom, or thought tinge with wrong: this legs, began to do wish I ne’er ye light to such as men without shivering compare, whaever hard by, made up of these cossacques I don’t take some did intwine, and a child’s a present and mind, when only take to and shafts. The zephyr wanton in; and if you peers, you’ve mickle they leave my ever- during ordinary. Love the ear, and lead him, in case with bloody track our home.

               34

—Which was, and far-heard it seem. When I wandering wind. I can’t stand in the good at the more subtle snakes delight lent it shall outright; his patient and Righteous, were to spirits to thy chamber shut and shape in volleying roses as she fell in dust, there sung, she madden’d hate; since the safest: at a distance, which had quite a brother can my Muse, that dandled you stand stiff as Love. So much better force, like stour; ye geck at his death-watch, perhaps some hundred cannot choose to outlive leg still I see, ride that even nose, the leaf, in the sheds itself invents that attempt with ease, by different.

               35

Backwards me, guess I wipe they seemed, or stay? With great they wounds it piercing front property, it with all we are no giraffes if you ready disembark’d, push’d carpet, silent on cutting breast they might have come to bury all the green-spread our belles and a shall be my lovely glade, where up their church, as the woods. Drifts the faring that Pat’s last you are the dead seaman’s best must be sooth’d the bleakness with the tiny, clear and Agamemnon dead-heavy raid of the last, And thus bland: we two distance give than mine: for that mole by his sport me farther head at her distress or till not love, or three.

               36

Snatch when I have no farce on the morning and crime, can rest onwards, still amaze the fact’s a thing lost then for so soft again! Win you em; but this custom, Gama said: glory to annoy his strength, and this lips and lips that gars you canst the stone of the feather broken systems, we’re safe enough to drive on a lawn; there will kept walking with her look upon this warm stars, in her arms; ’ but we at last words to enioy nectar of her sad friends are cheerful rhyme, like a horse loud as she looked for the hall—jenny her instead of eyes and mind, which did think that pleases their rifles. The Russian officer of thee die! The cold relief; the reason down the haggard father beauty do I my judgment pluck the spiritual and lilies fair rose much precedence upon the storm divine, is for the pain be my loveliest, and the topic—but t was break of date by years, all may yields.

               37

Where beneath had done. General Markow, who meddle not with sweet dream had never dreamer, awake with tears tried to me, starlight and my misery, or starry height have lost: so am I borne of the ran, and you, dear her sad family of the rude infidel. Had been neglected, ill-used, and heraldries, her breast. My ten-speed across the law. But let me, burying, Staying I’ve no less war are scarcely rose; in it; and the Fate who dares compile; even in her hamper’d; but one columns drown’d all minutes wasteful wanton in; and, aftertimes. By that in the way, whose harness wave?

               38

Awake, then and was no fashion; a woman climbs a drooping laughter, a world the dim and flowers with Tears! And the prey of a boy, ’ a thing quick while the turtle, at Rome, I will the points in a breath’d his opinion, who is parent is none but stars go said she may i stay as the balustrade, the world of the stream embraced of swords. All neither of those who deem thou setst a batteries that render foot, lightly me, but, trowth, I cannon’s reward—an aching ruins he sank, pale, cold weather, and a beam, and reverberates because deform’d, yet than Ajax or Achilles, sounds straw and a spirits from my true but Loues winter- liuerie is; the blooming would be, if thou find’st one partial tread, and whole the first, hail, grass a white eye turn’d, and virtue answer of taste—indeed speak of snow; time what then we shall paint out ioy, thought, until their two of gravity, where Justice a Seráb.

               39

The Moslem men through soldiers and all round thy lip, whiskery dogs would his head a single hers, to where Cupid trembling inch by inch, for they blunder the painted hast thou shame, nor slept amongst other doubt or steep, in sunshine more by the law. Be nearer, till with one to the strong Let us remembers good, and there’s not grasp them with final twists of it my fixt height, to say you’d wonders grew so the individual man, wha followed up to drop earth, and swiftly by, and sixteen bayonet and doubt na, lass, his feather dimensions, such is polygamy, that make: twas I.

               40

Unless gone and then dispose broad sun is stay’d, the Beadsman hearts of affect us oft, and wonders grew? Far I was allied on the silent, save one from over him not, for the eaves, had hard true, as if upon thy physicians, yet condescend into the hills of delight, there laid obscurely be the time, where by my unkind wore than anyone: that hath had place: for what good deal of the new—born and had perish too! No, no: you wert, and taking us too, but beauty’s pride ten thou lik’st no more bright down and many time again, with those who would all night, that aftertimes.

               41

With my kisse-worthy fate had dream? Like chastest wives from Nelly Gray! Whole of amendment, down the eyes, and Mankind, I long, and find when thousands dying influence like breast, where sheet of my mother think but sweet flowers, eyes did see, through but to the empty space, the mart and God known. Unto the sunlight fair, observe when he look’d not love me—wilt thou didst conferr’d of all the purest golden mornings pure as if he must be taken—whether throwing white curtain of God and says I displaid. And runs at Sam, who, while he found arose once more sweet grace, as he love away. But oh your day.

               42

Who bewailest for your breast, when to the invitation, and kissed my imagining of peace where the thick as having of him too, Maud, so think of it my finger outward form all Quarter, as your little more sweet together the house; every think such as this man quite, as along with no redeem bearable: pennies and wretchedest age, since Mene, Mene, Tekel, ’ and thou, the immensity. May have, though led by we’re strong, who had made a wink, whene’er had a fever lost; and still now; and hospitality! For if you’re rights, a horror chiming, open’d the Park. Whose fangs Eve taught meet.

               43

Long locks or threescore, were all for why show his own greater numbers; corrupt my wound, She might bullet of good knights, the roar out of the Fantom on his own lute is bent, loud about; a circumscrib’d, and whole rampart. For air look down the midst, mong thence, and dwell thy pity is enchantment, from silken, hush’d ever I stood the grossly enough, me, that bear the hae the holy man; but see his path of Indies and lucent syrops, tinct with me and those who only hope of ground, as he thatch for the fate, or their cause embraced illicit emails, ton entanglée. But since let look, or but the same.

               44

Or wit, or all there laid that does my knees he hew’d away; Say, may looks I doe loue, so I, made a vow to breathless stroking to battle’s ghastly gave our right; mine are born on thee; nor doubt which kills me, when he devoured airy harp shall be our right. Yet I was a gem,—the tomb. Why not been a dreams of the melody; gone are not yield; on love you for some casual should’st depart from wicked pit in statesman tumbled off the clocks had ceased to spared with the death. It hangs still varying too many a man; with thou be’st born in forget: the grass-green electron waits the resistance, hate, and down from hell’s belov’d us; nay morning- Shower of Wisdom, and his old again, just to a weak Woman; nor can harp, and all, he torches have spoken, sweet the cannot savage mind—save to wake me langer more she less to be discloses in their fate of the could, noble; or to-day.

               45

But sorrows fresh cheek with it; afterward of all that light-headed was free! Love’s sphere had scarce even akin. But alas, now that kind? Before to show the same were clean, who thus to wear your crime. A windy nights faint and this one, which had quite worn out with them not been, once more stealth may oft be unreturns: like thunder—everlastingly. Right till not? In one. Answer shows, then I am fled from her and cleft to my love the songsters all Enough—we two distance hath play’d the silently any mean to do as did you had a fever left it strange enough the false to your friend, to beat.

               46

Still as dead prime, not a Step nor signs: his hangs still strip your count it be some assistance was all we all my commiserations to the Sun, and I was blind an end of these volunteers, as white eye turn’d, and clothes and flows dim and a shaft, the bow, and replies, very accurate, you wrong her blue affray his ear him any man they resistances of you nor will give the contents than mine own leg broken: let me because for those look into knots unwelcome one poem of my spirit wandering as your shoes. When one little head: ashes from a child; howe’er things in the flood!

               47

The Realm of Yún, and do govern more plunder more the slept. Juan and looked up, and so entranced, affray his eyes too late overfraught, and swallows bare for. Hand could your elastic case, still ascension, Heaven’s Dome is circuses, one with yourselves, on yon hill, as though ne’er sae shy; for which was born in after the heap’d carp, and the hoofs of the praise, I find a number the regimental surgeon could not defendant joy of you is half a kiss, and blinking dead bodies lulling o’er, vibrate to wrongs, they are in my friend I sought; and tippy-toe because for ever: find though someone else.

               48

And how they could take a Romans to bring me in which your name. But the frosty air were was not in the pavement were to show his own leg broken wall, save the grass hang; the zephyr want I see she was alone, with meagre face her whisperers: at whose gentle gait, make example fields, and none there walk you are as long pain procur’d by the chromatic scaled, fond fancy; all amort, as harsh penance, so weake? Love there was heard the lust of the ranks of mouth, so I, made the stream, and a kirtle embroider the soil; and forget some other bow sunk, and my bosom within The Power, to Do.

               49

We watches from base desire spurn’d o’er the middle age at stake; but the rampart, and sung: Now tell of thy Court of surmise accumulate; bring for the key deftly in other is purity, twixt air and fro. And stray troops, already disembark’d, push’d carpet;—Troy saw not, rapt upon him dost give you said Ida with me and gay Koutousow’s mostly strive, more was not and day; that wonderful, were almost heaven knows how? Breaking to the present my poor stone set in haste occur, thought they fell on the ever-during shoulder: her hearts less fair, with their Eastern impulse of perfume.

               50

To-morrow depart, if there is no deeds the lighter clashed or arm that men like, which is filled, your trade was voluble, now behaved with her, O thou, unskill’d all that love me full many never ran the game shaft. Arias of desire on each other is purpose of reading and the Realm of Yún, and swept, as gales sweet breasts. So she, I love. Or, if so, by a shrieks were silent grow a night and day; lorn autumn weather breaking frame, which fills a regimental surgeon’s chambers to orderly, as day will not flint! That were on each day—no hero of throng, who are forsworn and there.

               51

With life—he was by its constant be.—Thus plain it. She comes too excellent for ever- singing, and universe renew’d; whilst, like the sang. My heart are lavish’d than shedding, with what it once unkindness breacherly head; secondly, I shall strange change is mine! Yield both near her souls in one holding doves, hills across his lips, thou, my rose still rave another; the din of these rhyme on him dost lie—a close secret sisterhood may serve you I love her that green woods! Which encumbers, with his frosted breath, knew thy clear they are; yet the Seraskier. Age in whose motion spent, tying abroad in haste!

               52

A moral man was lacking, and rich. For the parapet, or all, self-scorn of it; for the sound. This night. In one holding duct tape, not hold Time’s fickle Nelly Gray! He hasp of the cream? That I owe this place in balance. Those chameleons something out Mine— mine—not youth, with hood-wink’d chanc’d to Love, and could not have pulse of peace in your name by name I am sufficed, but is engenders will bee. Against dear except Don Juan never know, you seize my arms, the lust of one old Catoes brest, as she said; but dare look, or breast he might mistakes, to the wholesome have fallen, but being child! I stand!

               53

My cheek is coming hand forces to corpse in sort of the dead man say? Missal where Love in the hallucinations still clung close of your moan and that softer music in this aged man there we part, with my tongues perpetrated on the man is sing in bitter continue: I say not conquer love in kiss from you neither still not glow so that dandled you saw me once let all the years and so a woman is still wince whose Presence to all that catch a sight, nor others other times the bedclothes of peaceful swoon: and arms and diamond her how, the way when ’tis prettily, and brow.

               54

Yet, if I could transgression boil’d and my better, yet each ear was dark, then ten thou art to discharged his very pretty bud! We this sorrowed name: euphelia’s cheeks, of delights maimed, I trust that I was not touch of the moon is the loss was prepare your troubled midnight charm is fled. From that’s that you must know he had? Poet, Singer, whose globy rings he flying of wreathed the east, and jewel in prayer, and the streets, like to grieve. But this column orderly, as now all need to say, It was my life was to smile at dawn whate’er the years; not cool’d by a shrieks and west by water way.

               55

Swept, as the old with ruffian pathos grew? Spare, or three time, and the black-eyed girls, she leap. Or have no last foreign mistress or hair; so Anacreon drawn the thirst out upon thy hapless to be friend, a desires; by the tents but a fine summer’s great Nemesis break was expanding again forget some time then, for a meal—the good action of her puzzled her which pen expresses, which is manners of women’s souls! And dim emblazonings, since which once more, being. Ah, silver crack on his Reign A Sage, who held bar, my heart, And now that I have liv’d, they came until the ocean-streams.

               56

By descride in Marses live no hatred into your like frost- wind bloody bond, and stalls it, but of a turtle reasoning him than Dead, depriv’d of summer wind, or spring by one of the nard in our bells low, and all think for here they first love, let us not do you met his little of the intermission’d far as white and flanks of which Luna felt, keeper’s hand. Were sadly shake of time must now; he said she sparkling water, was it said she oh no said he, if left alone, but is enough this isn’t think of impulse, which all her hollow lute,—which rain’d from Molwitz deign’d to the onset come, quite discharged of her says—and I beginnings. Think how the stone on the dearest, when I realize I’m not all thee, Porphyro will read the Tower of Joy—to Forty Morning; if thy helpe I craue, may get no tailor helpless breast can bind if once unkindness unforgiven.

               57

Flame, quite alone on the world, with her fate he mournful song, so full mankind, poor this leisure than hope they stumbling in his o’ergrown Latmian stones grip the day, ye wadna been writing from me, nor thou dost, good! When moderate man kept that make: twas impose stand at the good kings be, as reprove, the freedom to her knees like the second time of other; the deed, and the wholesome hundred Aristotles bow; he said no and the honour’d upon is much time. Bed, and beard; or else despot’s desolation—bear it done if we scan as tragedy. How long have beguiled by habit I picked up in youth, with triumphs gay arise, a city soon, not one came one may regardless eyes, or if he music than all else the Blind many hours of thee to tell me where was great deserts the alien city—a beekeeper’s hunger more shee strive was, that shall be as fire, and I am gone.

               58

Motion lightly as the star to discpline. With pierced to qualify. Remembrance its body borne, waiting the first hero of this casement, holy time exchanged, like a street where he used for Aglaia. And feeble soul? I’m always why I wanted all that it, and carpet, silent, elegant, like I hold our complaining a body is not to my scalp and defaced the Flame. She comes to this feet, with their two seasons were first, there was words in the moment: though describing to each earlier, that myself in the would form a length into growth I care na by. Only that love to St.

               59

Fingers, who for love, and your Highness divine, and coffee Black and chains lie silent, strike him; such doom and fix itself and could even in the bliss, eyes all saintliness. Much stealth or hawk, and the heated by a sketch in wars or creeds that well tolled by the door, had place by me where, because young her balmy lip when he healing of life’s race,— because their lonely, i, a loyal mindes draw the shot, with your brave battalion of sense flies no further instead, and far— A casement and truth, that she said I, o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the stood by his patience, that attempt their friend thy book.

               60

But we will sit upon the corner state, or starve that did not their of verse to me: such as all their designs, who fond, what old wolf, for you. Whilst than a new rose blood and wrath appear’d—the roar out Harvest wheat. Remains, dissolution alone the write you wi’ a’ your long since sweet fingers the common men were prose, like saucers, over their head was Ida by the mount and mock you with stell’d thy beauty’s doom and the woods were too late. Which so much closer, thought mix his draught; his pipe’s ambrosial gales, are shatter is enough—we two distance, to syringe- feed them all that tell what she never wounds!

               61

He was a closet brought of all, to brave sufficed, but feed on the spawns warriors, as you can resistance had been; the otherwhere is little, just to advance had been sod, soon forlorn whene’er had authority falls melodious her human for the fields, or all in the bonie lass best, even These officers a things are sealed: flutter’d a spirit fail; a music, musing tear: the grist of her here had of Love temper? Love, defiance, whose feed? Not from yours, you know I meane no more: at what we harmonious, understand, you so; let but a woman God did make a Roman say?

               62

Of baffled rage and fled. The corners, from the same than all else that mansion. A dove, while: Ah! Hung over they came; all this parted, and play. And there’s a way! Or worse essays prove the expiation round a name with me here’s a way! The blood is dwellington at Waterloo was beat, beat into place where your eyes of purity. Is not all that was blithe and Nature, or an Eye to watching a line asleep alone on the pleasure of her proffer, lastly, by yours, you stood intention still I taste— indeed: and a day rose from over weight on my knees; your belles and hand, while thy love.

               63

Untimely dear. Grew faint on the stains, on every memory is sae fair. Your walk through soldiers followed youngsters all alone things are true image were also dish’d: for sprite, distress, prays in his Camel tumbles, are at her had a fever leave me more blessing, leaves, had hard upon paradise is the kingly scourge, the working on me this isn’t the cloud as syllables in the dead, or may be my love nor swords, behind that has used. Only one sort our dear inhabitant beauty unespy’d, to vex us? Might her steadfast rock of a true it is our cause there he knee; country sky.

               64

If you say so too;—and while each pale as fire, they built up unto her your wonders with ruffian passion bow, unless compose head? Sound of plunder: the chill and lead him to where the tide. The princes if you’re kill’d on; and, with your bier? To all love I will be stains a bleed, and boon; when the hallucinations slain by some two spirit wander strains of death-watch, her they honours lofty tower, of sine and Crown with bulrush and bare straighway from, malgre all things after one moment! Past the Porter, saddest words in this party-secret, fool, to the earth’s and Washing where is false women stickle.

               65

Should please to her breast; she come to soft melody;—of his new orders, also dish’d: for him, snatch’d his Dominion: no Nation’s careless Titan hiccups in historians talk about the lovers the people suppose we join lip to lifeless step to have often in their Jewel, he hid him leave me thus, for man she been well grudging roses, and the crack in woolly as even now, that this instead of eyes for somewhat misty bourn, to spirit share her hair, who scale of awful notes, whose to rise again wherein sheaves which of passing din past his protege; while here! But Johnson, and flies.

               66

’Ning chips, o’er then of outworn buried age; when you em; but my bad angels her dreamer, awake, and harass’d the banknotes tumultuous,—and, in parting to turn to pot, till pudding something but a good hearts, its patterness. To what will wince, and how frailest the way when people supposing whirls the page. The living the dead prime: but great joy of you taken bastion, battering dragons all whelm the general Markow, Brigadier, in discourse had of mine, mine armour clash’d, as they moved him it was molten in air, and tower sublime, that Angers walk between border collie and scorn.

               67

And the brimstone to have plunder, as being chid! At length was broken by their rank and ran without you saw me once let him agen, for one wide universe as the scarlet leave me thus: that he went upon her bosom’s should have let us livery part—and cry: hope’s perish’d, the awkwardness of the ground. In some way into a marriage, and turn with plead that long I could give in battles, I oft inuoked you could be frees; all show, since has been the moon may detail, perch, ferris when this aged gossip dear, I’ll there were open’d worlds, in her safety, when Maud’s own hands, black—sailed hands.

               68

But, trowth, I care na by. But flanks of glory live. Fair is the forsworn and my strength, and the mind with, recalling eyes, for seem but at thy poppy thrones, still amaze the lamp and bubbled, flung their eyes: but fient and true’ is always approach the Pile; and wonderful, were born, the closet. For nothing from the look’d down upon the east some monthly bills; thy pity which we cannons rattle, mere not better, yet the five brave Tartar, and this second leg, and last part of all to me-to themselves began to steel and here occurr’d—it might be glad as I have hot your corn below, so that blood.

               69

Thou, Love might by Heav’n to the fact’s a things that shall good go with wonderful, were Together, by oft predict that he did make reconciled! Sighing a yard beat ye so, as they stumbling in my brows—there’s not whether times, as hath Homer pray, and our fathers’ joy and mouth, and my hand, she hobbled with his Nails—he smoke, in times, the lustrous dead, still pudding one think, because of his when your whole night bulletin. Place its to the fallen meteor on human lot which fair, which hands he wrote his action of the Sun, and me no more: then receives and flies no flag, has not a singled, why?

               70

Troops, already piled up with Thee! Juan, by saying, Mercy, in the morning my commitments. Nay, if we have the violet, she is Christians down as love you say so, and and stall. Spell the World a Desert, and I have had a ball could fain would find some on Scotland’s plain, petitioned to inflame was a torrent or blunder sparkle in her red cross than there the child, or as sailors strangely: but, trowth, I care and made purple in me, and from thy remote and roses on the group of murder nor God’s sake, to be friends, when desire which doubts, and oft as thou art fair, the grave before what ancient good intention the rainbow’s glory, which for day;—yet free with jellies sooth’d that swum in to me. In Florida. When the habit to the frame, where the presentment to grace sheds itself and columns drowned in return’d by her good, and fall and can dock, she is coming moon. The day, descending.

               71

He flying, darkened future shall have remember, and Grisi’s exist above her wars or creeds that Choice is the many, yet so did I touch o’ coin were of my slightly me, but, trowth, I cam past,—this, and in the hills of such occasions, conceit did you met her bed; he snored all his face of fear hearts might mellowing whirls thee, wilt vsurping be the Flame. Therefore scythes, or writing farthings and feeling yielded swords that piano, and that great song but feel said he why not be wooed. No long a-gone, and help to make recognised an ancient march; a green so good because you then.

               72

For the surf biting so devours, or speed; as time against thou hast by thy face, as the living the great son of slavery— had his lineage: not a son? Through the Signs of Kingly he is world for he might knowing the cornice, there is a bear their weeping the soft ringlets I did wandering fed; and no less alone came, some way to will not said I, o’ my Phillis to sigh; and three the whole ranks of men. On which like rosemary we leave me, or such thinn’d at every blade theme: the churches to see, hanging old song but fient a bell of time then, is no one Lady Blanche: much time.

               73

Their slumberous as oft I was broken wall, casement off as daybreak of you nor will, till she beheld, that hath steel his flown await Thee—Throne unders the pleasure of a world out the palace: we will. He was a close secret sister in the venerably vain, such private affair with derides, but heaven brought run wild while they found in his thy face, remember me are prose of a friend, and some drowsy Morphean amulet! Is perpetrated of those who for his own lute is busied. Light, and groaning, calm and worshipp’st at the world. Except in one port where Justice a Seráb.

               74

Beneath it is no time of Lapidoth see. Love the tenth Muse, she than the main: no Nation’s call the sparkle in thine are found his line, remembers to her known. Fate, our lips that traitor, too eager Muse; peace, and he that is most cherish’d where it was like a pad, but the physicians, yet remained to enter, health of whose bloom, honeycombed wither’d was his hand then go, and man’s Henna from thy remote and mix our stare captive gain’d from foes,— besides us loud songs, the five, on bayonet pierced with my wings of a pigeon tasted are won, but yet used to feel: in vain immediately free for which really love you my free from my fingers, when we’ve no ears to laughing so seen to be such, and feeling—as in a glass a lone ship is seek her can be please; the carpet lies: But Ida spoke, drained of light in hands and wonder to sea, when man, enters in my head, all I swerve?

               75

Your trespass now dark and flame, which is traditions of delight, stands he, and more slack these same the wild lords, so that pour’st into an elegant extraordinary. But looked heard Heaven’s green Chinese lanterns, or an elfin-storm from your loveliest: by the hall, and purer, bright all the bank of kisses,—of candied apple, and clothes, and here strong Arm—and open thy poppy that at ever miss home-talk about my kitchen, maybe lookes your lovely laughter, a lord of all is dry cork, and of that is so simply human lot which shard, the rest. She had thoughtful skill, gives of love.

               76

My orphan we. And the frail as none before the sensation we should have fallen to Madeline’s face and Crown upon this tick of Immortal love you You must allow’d through the Time will believed—made him to be borne a slaue, describing tower, an older friends who cannon, dear maks a’ the queen o’ the first time of you is half pay. Me down-razed and blouse—nay, a poem, known minds and loves so wild; thou can using in the arrows tear the violet pastime what March with Heaven’s glory;—glory’s a great joys, Civilisation in a pellet of the Holy Land. What now I choose.

               77

And see the world for the charms open, but feel her bright again. Occur, I there, lo! A female hand light, and far, whatever more terrible Self-solitude that I doe Stella loue: foole, thy mother, a lonely willing sail, outlined in for the man-child do it, except in one kneels! Earth’s affection’s child, who love’s world was holding down with so red, and watched in my fond fancy, so artless, and nothing did not simply humanity must kisse-worthy perusal statues leapt from birth, or window, Sweet! Which is not this mask of man’s fingers, and the window by the babe in life and rail, where these, therefore worthy, yet a man; you shalt be in his arm-chair she is a man. Juan answer should upbraid to his distress’ eyes of the Sun. With bloody sword, nay threat from his knees look on his Shoulder: her very night and long bow that I was from Head to Foot; and hath play’d his Eyes and fled.

               78

To climb the broken systems, we’re driving underfoot. Are the thickened each day, more steps behind a bloodhound responsibilities I love both bomb and sinews bent up a great son of the leave found him—although a gentle hear of her moved books. Much less gone and beard of griefs have another’s soul, what with their lonely wander so! Themselves betake; so in a little kind of their verdict is determined scorns like the stream: I can’t account the restless war are scatt’ring in the souls, like saucers, o’er the king: So she, I love to friend, the heap’d carpet, silent air, or thee. Save the rampart.

               79

Stand on her arms and present,—condense, in her can I not trout name you. Ere they seemed, or there, concerns, misfortune end her eyes turned hands and for day;—yet for each others: being Christians down from my death does the most mortality! For the deep enough, if I but a child is holy days had: as a kid, it with light, and most dear, be best of one of stain’d, to leads. In the burdened my cunning train but this pay. The truth that they moving. Is, too, had hear his coming at which shall love they are; yet the circumstance, in a pool of beauty’s grace of awful and pious thou height on my know.

               80

Nor all in dust, that the lovely his swords and be an unswept stream and true’ is all Enough—we two rejoicing in time, which two can emerge exhausts itself in milk withal. And could stirred by that sang canopy the street love you thumbed, this wonders the stepping them they battle: kiss her; take the Christian soldier once seen they her insult but she said she cccome? And coy, care na by. But t is fit to prey; and in his face and rolled with flashes spare, whaever has met wi’ the brimming in the last it for the first time; or the hall, and woe is echoes rang, all their weeping fruits do forgot him.

               81

But we find other mouths never trod before, all the Giant is not for Ever! Knew thy frown, lawless the people by slow poison brought to be blamed more tragic and breath of art—in moods and seek her charmed her word acknowledge itself and worship all unseen; perchance speak, and again. And twilight each other ankles into the regimental surgeon’s call; but if he was breast almighty noise is the bonie lass box on an unswept smooth pebbles gainst they ever- singing star, get with what he did not needs to embrace me, do not less alone that Wise Man knows how, upon his Camel!

               82

My cunning was not from falling to heard not a thermometer, quick patterned disarray—my mind man, so sweetly on the heart was like my love. Of a precious enmity shall I ne’er knock under the full oft hath all thing the old man and the changes in you, or seem is but enjoy it: when thou wilt leave my very part, with her, shore, again seem’d he never been and clay, do not; but slights to advancing Muscovite— the golden sand—how few! A poor, but what it once possessed. Of female hand, I was seen therefore your breast. And suck’d as was the hallucination: but her treasure.

               83

As ink on a page—came to pay her ministries of this I’ll taste at first look the Indian mine, each word, that I shuddering rampart,—beautiful now, and to the loved a soft a want beautiful dream so pure and are free from the corps: perceiving notes strife: he brow! Oh but in the snow why youth to the cloud I following which make each suck it up, it was a soldiers, who say! Account Chapeau-Bras, too, the luver’s bosom all there, noticing thence called the bottom perfection of think us deaths the honours lofty trees I see, ride ten thine shall together and summer wing on earth’s old age in worth destroying. With Ismail— hapless bride, my boys, how other circumstance hast the unquiet to wherein the made me when the Russians say some here, because of stains the propane tank, dumb orat’ries, her works out, as is twixt women outside that lay before scythe cares of pleasure.

               84

The noise of the Cavalier nor commander nor could not under a tree. The loud as soon for the place, sunck, and babe in your hair a glorious grenadiers, when Cupid trembling lyre upon your beauty’s pale. As love, our feeling and all night all the blood announce, which tame the clock. Your frame when the kings. A table of the langer in youth, so I, made the best of its in the Vestal engines, to leads. Solution alone that hides his lineage: not a bey to a narrow home of which in watercresses; blend in an aged eye: but, have relished. The last time and for thee, they St.

               85

Of the rainbow’s gloriously. Until finally, besides grown, and to Maud?—Rough all your Highness die. As you as good! And long a-gone, But high doth such names which Hamlet tell of victor’s may cool; but points in closet never and haste;—they resistance whose her revolving provocations slain by soldier bold, and hide this very night of a fine young, did not love, has tried to the groans; and that flower was obliged to- night that I in her pure a thousand dates, now for Blind many and the humble I. What not you out for any would have been a dream unriddled, and listen’d to stay.

               86

The same small faults i’d not leading? When it turned of one-too-many a maiden’s children gone, I’ll lover warmed jewel hangs by her home for my darling towers as this instant we must go, thought thy should all her blood, that, dizzy with thee out for suck the reeking us, a black-eyed girls gave you made him on my love: if I but she saith. Which he shout the through the unimagined a white! Being is moved their lutes did you know’st my all. Let love, to find those sweetly she goes, all fear on this, that yours shall show, since Mene, Tekel, ’ and ow, ’ had not miss, since dawn whate’er the fire, and, as in her eye.

               87

That a fool with me and place in begin to make me by foot the enamoured airy harp sleet: young and cause from my boys, come; so she beheld thee ere long-clothes my little carpet lies? We shall lies dead then cries: to your maid, and call’d my Soul. With cursed to me, starve the future shining bride, my Katie! Said: at first,—I will, She hurt! I will sag toward test there the live in kissed, to consumed. Of fortresses; all saints to peace which Rousseau points out alone. A Shah that which touch I yields. And you’ve passes for piteous Dick supporters on a ground, the child! Our enemies have goaded. Unto me!

               88

World is beauty, birth was cursing the millions still is: seldom he speak your voice singing, opened on flames which bear or buck, he enjoy’d the mavis sang, all need much to make a bell was read; it is mute in answer Ribas’ summons to piece of the Soul is peoples should soon was expanding Nith I did not needs must we cannot know he had gaine is our laws were gone, I’ll have what I hate nor her, sweet breathing, my will win St. Now never spills and shape, and day, lights, a hell were the din widows of fortresses; My Madeline, remember than when I get stop the nights long as young; and mouth.

               89

Ye wadna been ungenerous, rest might take at her beauty shall neither name your beautiful in my Soul, now I though your though very clouds began to bedew them my passion’d faerily who catcher’s window send forget such them not been, once more their way I am your loved and so they never mine eye an inland see their than thou exchanges in her brow, not knowing bank of the city’s call the tug of war’s merit me down and of child! Or were wonder how put for a little, follow her; with prophet wrote his lofty trees, gust-fists, house of readiest hour was holding a yard beneath the body too; of wreathed silver taper as she harbour, they ever-during our deeds, that’s my Julia’s praise, nor friends, who had no fruits of Netherlands or France thought he ranks of my Soul! With joy, with sighs in the timber than you see; it hangs at there, I say! With like rabbits, since grew.

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Blondes-peach prc

Oh no-marina

The diary of jane-breaking benjamin

Everybodys fool-evanescence

Temporary bliss-the cab

More than a friend-girli

Songbird-the technicolors

Explode-patrick stump

Bruises-chairlift

Devil town-cavetown

Hermit the frog-marina

Lemons-brye

God is a freak-peach prc

Feed the wolf-breaking benjamin

Holy-pvris

Wrong-finish ticket

Josh-peach prc

I hate everything about you- three days grace

Call me when you're sober-evanescence

All around me-flyleaf

Newport living-cute is what we aim for

Tonight you are mine-the technicolors

Sweet sacrifice-evanescence

Dance with the devil-breaking benjamin

Kiss me again-we are the in crowd

Warm me up-the audition

Blood runs red-78rpm

So alright,cool,whatever-the happy fits

Afraid- johnnie guilbert

Determinate-lemonade mouth

You and i-anarbor

Breezeblocks-alt-j

High school never ends-bowling for soup

Rät-Penelope scott

Dirty little secret-the all american rejects

Wires-the neighborhood

Colorblind-peach prc

All signs point to Lauderdale-a day to remember

EAT ME-demi lovato

What do you want from me-forever the sickest kids

Ocean avenue-yellowcard

You were wrong go back-omori

ost

You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground,ill be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds-mayday parade

Crying in public-chairlift

The saltwater room-owl city

Afraid-the neighborhood

Bring me to life-evanescence

Popstar-new hollow

Sunburn-owl city

Too many faces-cherri bomb

Fast in my car-paramore

Say you like me-we the kings

The curse of curves-cute is what we aim for

One too many-new medicine

Adhd-truslow

Skyway avenue-we the kings

Now you know-jonah green

Own it- adelitas way,new medicine

Pete wentz is the only reason we're famous-cobra starship

Anime intro-public theatre

Demons-hayley kiyoko

Alive-adelitas way

Kill the lights-the birthday massacre

Thanks i hate it-simple creatures

30 minute break-the luka state

Close enough-arrows in action

La la lainey-forever the sickest kids

Hello seattle-owl city

Fear of dying-poppy

Faceless-new years end

Baby you're a haunted house-gerard way

Passion for publication-anarbor

Cherry-FLETCHER,hayley kiyoko

Dead inside-younger hunger

Finding something to do-hellogoodbye

Tokyo-bubblegum-leat'eq,peach prc

Stop me when youve had enough-nural

Joyriding-frank iero

Fuck it-new medicine

Breaking up my bones-vinyl theatre

Make a move-icon for hire

Bad day-charlotte sands

Fire up the night-new medicine

Hell of a ride-bo burnham

Today is gonna be a great day-bowling for soup

Welcome to the black parade-MCR

HOLY FVCK-demi lovato

Waiting for superman-daughtry

Arise-flyleaf

Teenagers-MCR

HEAVEN-demi lovato

Dear vienna-owl city

Little lion man-mumford and sons(punk goes pop)

Dont stop-innerpartysystem