#sometimes I remember pearl and I’m sad

[ender1821]

shinyduo/gempearl post-SL is sooo funny because before SL they were the typical "friends who like to do pranks with and against each other, partners in crime, really adorable sometimes" and then SL happened and they became OBSESSED with each other (really obvious from pearl's side since gem was more subtle) and innuendos started to appear left and right. now after WL they are not only obsessed they are also 10x times freakier and flirty. it's gem's fault a lot of the time but pearl enables it and digs herself into a deeper hole so she gets a wack too.

i am pleading to the sky for the fated shiny duo alliance to happen this year because 1) i am sure gem's possessiveness would get multiplied by 20 even if she tried to not show it and that'd be really fun + pearl would like it 2) their dynamic is so complex that they could be anything (codependent or healthy or possessive or die for each other or kill for each other or-) and 3) the aftermath of them teaming would be funny asf and the streams would be horrendous

thank you for coming to my ted talk 🙏

the freakier being in bold and italic is really getting to me for some reason lmao. anyway

you are right in the shift of them pre and post-SL, like, they are STILL giving cute partners in crime but also they’re. so. abnormal about each other??? thats not to say they weren’t flirty/making innuendos before the life series but god did all of that get worse after. also, it has kinda been shown how Gem is the one saying most of the questionable things, but Pearl definitely contributes a lot as well. lets not forget the pickles

of course we’re all manifesting for them to properly team up. its not even subtle at this point they both know that. the only things stopping it from happening really are luck and Gem’s homophobia (/j) cough. i mean. they would definitely get time to resolve what they failed to address back in WL if they’re allied together and can have time to talk. it could also make things worse but we’ll be seated either way. and then we’ll be questioning our existence again when the streams inevitably come

BUT. imo the alliance i really want is them + any other player. yep. i want a third wheel. it can literally be any other player because i think having someone else to affect/witness their dynamic is always entertaining, allows for exploration of new potentially fun dynamics between Pearl/Gem and another player while still offering plenty of opportunity for them to be. weird (/aff), and generally just gives the team a new spin instead of just Murder Camel 2.0. like. i’ve put way too much thought into this so there’s a whole ramble under cut about some of the potential trios and why i think they could be cool for a new life series

Jimmy: originally my life series s6 team predictions was pearl/gem/jimmy </3 mainly out of wanting more pearl + jimmy interactions, but i think having gem there helps just keep the team together. i thought they would be a nice team for jimmy in terms of support (think the SL scene where jimmy finds out he’s not the first out and they’re the ones there cheering him on) but well. thankfully we still had bamboozlers… anyway gem’s ego will get even worse if she had this team, and don’t we all wanna see that

Lizzie: PLEASE. impossible minecraft sent me to the point of no return because now i’m BEGGING for more pearl/gem/lizzie interactions. please. the girlies. we just need more gem + lizzie interactions in the life series imo, and we’ve already seen what happens when pearl + lizzie are together. i can’t tell you for sure if i think any betrayal will happen in this team but it would be really funny if there was, mainly just so lizzie and gem can bicker while pearl is just. There like a sad puppy. it’s cool if there isn’t though, i can see them thriving straight to the finale. cmon. think of the yuri

Ren: hey. hey. remember that one ren stream? you know the one. the wedding. do you see where i’m getting at. do you see the dynamic. it’s so funny to me ok. and we haven’t even mentioned the times where ren has mixed them up. i think it would be a horrible time for him to have to deal with these two and that’s so entertaining. if i picked jimmy because i thought he would have a nice time then for ren it’s for the complete opposite reason. make him suffer with these weirdos

Martyn: HE is the one who’s going to make them suffer. HE will be the one to make it worse. and it will be hilarious. let the man get some form of revenge for them terrorising him back in SL. they’re going to be insufferable and it’s going to be great. you might as well start the “hump duo” counter now …also i may just have a personal preference of wanting to see more pearl + martyn and gem + martyn interactions

Cleo: i mean. cmon. this one doesn’t need that much explanation. the people want a pearl/gem/cleo team

Impulse: same as cleo— SOUP GROUP ASSEMBLE!!!

Etho: pearl + etho interactions are great. gem + etho interactions are great. boom. gem gets to bully them both, then they either make a really successful trap or perform the greatest fumble ever! i see nothing but wins here

BigB: nosy neighbours… what if we tried again… plus i’m pretty sure there was a temporary gem + bigb team in RL, so why not give them a whole season. i think it would be fun. it’d be interesting to see how this team shifts with bigb’s general play style in the life series. i wonder how the base(s?) would turn out

Mumbo: listen to me. they have the funniest opportunity here to fluster this man to the high heavens. think about SL ep 5. think about it

Scar: so like. remember that 2v1? yeah. crazy, right? no but okay i don’t think if they teamed up there would be that much more emphasis on the 2v1 after all that in WL, but there WOULD be good times. i know this deep in my heart. the pearl/gem/scar interactions would go crazy. i hope they go on a hunting spree

Joel: i think this one is the least likely (on account of the fact that pearl has teamed with him in SL, and then gem doing the same in WL) but there could be beautiful world where pearl and joel build an even bigger and better car and gem just watches and sighs

Scott: insert manic laughter here. Pearlescentmoon you are about to have the worst time of your life ever

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

✧·˚ elias having a soft and sweet moment with his favorite barista

“you don’t have to sit here with me elias.”

“i know, but i want too.”

you sniffle and wipe away a stray tear from your face. you’ve never been strong when yelled at, even with nasty customers the faucet behind your eyes always seems to run no matter what. it’s the tone that’s the real killer, you just don’t want to disappoint anyone.

“i’m sorry, i probably look a mess. i’m not sad i just—” you take a breath as you feel your eyes fill with tears once more. “i just have trouble saying how i feel without crying and i-i don’t know why.” you voice waivers and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“i’m sorry.” you look down at your hands trying to focus on something to get yourself to stop crying. elias places his hand over yours and feels a tear drop fall on the back of his hand.

“don’t be sorry, emotions can be hard to process sometimes.” he intertwines your fingers with his and gives your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. you look up to connect your eyes with his and he gives you a comforting smile. “i’m hear to listen baby, take your time.”

“thank you.” you move closer and lean your head on his shoulder. no one had ever in your life cared about you like this, it felt so refreshing and unreal. deep down a part of you was scared that this was a fleeting moment and that it was real, just a façade that elias put on to comfort you, but he seemed so genuine.

“you know… you’re the only person that has seen me cry, which is shocking cause i feel like i cry all the time but i’ve always hidden it from everyone each time. what i’m trying to say is thank you for not making fun of me.”

“i could never make fun of you…well, i could never make fun of you when it’s a serious matter.” you smile and shove him gently while laughing softly. he returns the laughter and kisses your head.

“thank you for being here for me.”

“i always will be.”

“you’re so sweet to me elias.” you cups his cheek and kiss him gently, only pulling away when his phone suddenly buzzes.

“sorry.” he declines it and kisses you again.

“mm don’t you need to get that?” you ask pulling away.

“it can wait, you’re more important.”

“i am not elias, answer the phone.” you reach over to his phone and answer it before giving it to him. elias sighs and takes the phone.

“hello?” he leans in planting another kiss on your lips as he listens to the other person on the line. you quietly laugh at the romantic action.

“oh yes we’re being very careful warden.” he leans in for another kiss before you smack his shoulder lightly after realizing who is on the other line.

“it’s your father!” you whisper shout.

elias can’t help but smile at your shocked face while still holding your wrist to prevent you from landing another hit on him. your embarrassed face is just too cute to not look at.

“yes, thank you warden.” he finally ends the call and drinks in your embarrassed state. “you’re adorable when your embarrassed you know.”

you shake your head and lean against him as he hangs up and you look back up at the stars. they almost seem bright now that elias is here next to you.

“you know, i really wish we met under different circumstances.”

elias takes your hand and squeezes it.

“me too, but i’m just glad we met even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.”

“thank you elias, for protecting me from all this chaos. sometimes i don’t think i deserve it; deserve you.”

“don’t be ridiculous, you deserve it.” he says as he brings your hand up to his lips and place a light kiss on the back of it. “let’s stay together after all of this is over okay? i think it’s best if we both stay.”

“okay.”

now that elias is with you, you can’t even remember why you were crying in the first place.

this was supposed to be a valentine day fic but i didn’t finish in time i apologize

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[robininthelabyrinth]

For a prompt, could you do an AU of Spilled Pearl's where Lan Qiren is the older one by many generations and Wen Rouhan is a young upstart, Maybe even the youngest in his generation.

ao3

“I’m having a problem with one of my students,” Lan Qiren said.

“Oh?” Baoshan Sanren said, and put down her cup of tea. “This is going to be good.”

Cangse Sanren, the honorable eldest disciple seated beside her honored teacher, sniggered.

(Lan Qiren had never regretted saving her life, even though it had nearly cost him his own, even though bringing her back to her master’s mountain and fighting through the prohibition on her return had led to the highly singular sequence of events that had brought him to his present position as the mysterious near-immortal of the Lan sect that spent most of his time travelling but who appeared like clockwork every ten years to teach a summer’s worth of lectures at the Cloud Recesses.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes want to strangle her.)

“I thought you’d seen it all by now,” she said, her eyes curving into crescents even as her master cackled, the sound of her croaking slipping out of the strictly human towards the end. “What is it this one? He can’t be any more mischievous than my A-Ying.”

Lan Qiren had a headache just thinking about Wei Wuxian, and not just because the rascal was currently married to one of Lan Qiren’s favorite grandnephews (several times removed). If they weren’t so blindingly happy together, he would have objected long ago on the grounds of Lan Wangji being far too good to be wasted on a brat like Wei Wuxian, no matter how brilliant an inventor the latter had turned out to be.

“If your child is second in shamelessness, no one would ever claim to be first,” Lan Qiren said dryly, and ignored Cangse Sanren’s sniggered “That’s my monkey!” “But as it happens, this one is also a genius.”

“A genius?” Baoshan Sanren asked. “And here I thought you were going to say he was another Nie Huaisang.”

“…I thought we agreed you would never mention that name in my presence again.”

“You agreed,” she said. “I didn’t. Why would I ever stop mentioning the one true blemish on your otherwise pristine teaching record?”

“Mm, indeed. On the same subject, how is Yanling Daoren doing? Recovering?”

Cangse Sanren caught her teacher’s hand and lowered it back down to the table before it hit Lan Qiren in the face. She was still smiling, completely unaffected by the interplay between immortal and near-immortal – though he supposed, in fairness, that she was used to it by now.

“Tell us about this student of yours,” she said. “What’s the problem? Is he terribly arrogant?”

“Well, he’s a Wen. Arrogance comes with the territory.”

“That’s what happens when your sect is founded by a doctor turned general, I suppose.”

“Nasty little thug,” Baoshan Sanren sniffed. Lan Qiren wasn’t sure he believed her, less because he had any particular respect for Wen Mao than because he knew that the old immortal hadn’t had a nice word  to say about anyone for as long as he’d known her…and that was quite a while by now.

“His name is Wen Ruohan,” Lan Qiren said, deciding to ignore her. “And sad to say, he’s every bit as brilliant as his arrogance suggests. Even your Wei Wuxian has accepted him into his personal classes.”

Cangse Sanren’s eyebrows arched, suitably impressed. Her son preferred inventing new calamities to teaching, and spending time with his husband over either of those, so he severely limited the number of students he accepted at any given time, allowing in only the truly talented (or family, of course). Of course, given his terrible memory, he could also be doing that so he’d be able to remember what all of them were called…

“He’s one of the younger ones in his generation, but he’s already an accomplished master of arrays,” Lan Qiren continued. “He’s invented a fair share of them, and his cultivation level is quite impressive, especially given his youth. Beyond his academic accomplishments, he’s well-mannered and charming, thoughtful and quite clever, a good conversationalist, with a decent number of achievements in night-hunting and the like under his belt…”

“I’d ask about his morality, but you’ve already said he’s a Wen.”

“He’s not as bad as all that. He has a younger brother he’s quite protective of, and that seems to have stimulated his desire to be a good role model. Even if his understanding of convention morality is – ah – imperfect, then at minimum he is willing to abide by the usual requirements of common social mores.”

“All right,” Baoshan Sanren said. “Now that you’re done singing his praises, will you tell us what the problem with him is?"

Lan Qiren contemplated throwing his teacup at her face. It would probably be suicide, but oh, how satisfying a death it would be...

Cangse Sanren removed his cup with the excuse of refilling it. “Go on, Qiren,” she said encouragingly. “Tell us the issue you’ve been having.”

“Well,” Lan Qiren said. “He appears to be…infatuated with me.”

“Big deal. If I had to count all the students you’ve had that’ve been hot for teacher, I wouldn’t have years enough to do it,” Baoshan Sanren grumbled. “Just because he’s been obvious enough for you to notice doesn’t make him special.”

“That’s not the issue,” Lan Qiren said, and almost on cue Cangse Sanren got it, which he knew because she started laughing hard enough that she had to put his cup to the side to avoid knocking it over. “Your reaction is unnecessary.”

“Oh no,” Cangse Sanren said, cackling, and Baoshan Sanren starting grinning ghoulishly as well. “It’s very necessary, you’ll find. Very necessary…tell me, are you actually sleeping with him, or do you just want to?”

“It would be monstrously inappropriate!”

“Just want to, then. You’re too repressed, my friend – if he wants to and you want to, what’s the problem?”

“I’m his teacher.”

“He’s of age, isn’t he? And a Wen to boot, so he’s not about to be intimidated by the fact that you’re more powerful than he is…tell me, is the age gap between you part of the attraction? Does he find how ancient you are unbearably attractive?”

“I hate you,” Lan Qiren informed his dearest friend.

“I think you should go for it,” Baoshan Sanren announced, and Lan Qiren glanced at her with arched eyebrows – she wasn’t the sort of person who encouraged people to do things, old doom-crow that she was no matter the color of her feathers. “It’d be funny when you crash and burn.”

Lan Qiren’s eyes narrowed. “I am not accepting his suit just because you would be entertained by it.”

“No, you’d be accepting his suit because he’s brilliant, well-mannered, and a good conversationalist, and because you’ll have far too much fun putting him in his place on a regular basis while he livens up the wrinkled-up miserable raisin of a life you live. It’s just that it will also be entertaining for me.”

“Once the season passes, you won’t be his teacher any longer,” Cangse Sanren pointed out. “You could offer to allow him to escort you on your travels for a little while – if he agrees, that means he values you above his ambitions, which is a very high compliment for a Wen. And you’ll get to see if you like it.”

“You make it sound like some sort of – spring fling.”

“Autumn fling,” she grinned. “You teach in the summer.”

“Cangse Sanren!”

“Oh, let me have my fun! This is lovely, Qiren. I support you entirely.”

“I came here to be talked out of this, not into it.”

“You came to the wrong place, then,” Baoshan Sanren said, rubbing her chin in a thoughtful way Lan Qiren didn’t trust at all. “You ought to have known better – no, to put it otherwise, you did know better, which means you didn’t really want to be talked out of it after all. This boy must be compelling indeed to get your attention to such a degree in such a short amount of time…”

She grinned, then.

Lan Qiren really didn’t trust that expression.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked suspiciously.

“I think I’d like to meet him.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Wonderful!” Cangse Sanren said, clapping her hands. “We should lure him in. I can set up a night-hunt in the area, separate him from the rest –”

“You are not hunting him down as if he were a weak sheep parted from his flock!”

“So protective. I really must evaluate him for himself –”

“Leave him alone!”

“Does he have the capacity to cultivate to your level, do you think? He must be very promising.”

Lan Qiren wanted to strangle them both, and then maybe himself for crushing on a young man so many generations his junior no matter how bright his eyes were or how jaunty his smile when he tried out the worst of his terrible pick-up lines on Lan Qiren.

Though if he really did manage to make it to Baoshan Sanren’s mountain and back, it would undoubtedly serve as an aid to his cultivation, making it more likely that he would eventually be able to cultivate to a level where he could live alongside Lan Qiren for longer than he might otherwise, if he were not powerful enough…

Lan Qiren huffed in disgust as he realized he had it exactly as bad as the two women cackling in front of him were insisting he did. Why was he friends with them again?

“Because you love us, because we last,” Cangse Sanren said, her eyes twinkling. “Just the way you do. Just give in and let it happen, Qiren – you really do need to live a little. Otherwise, what’s the point of being alive?”

[whereismyhat5678]

I know this is weird to dump on y’all but can I vent for just a few minutes? If this is even considered a vent since it’s not anything sad, I just wanna get this off my chest real quick.

(If you don’t want to read the essay I wrote scroll to the bottom and just read the TLDR 😅)

I like being a woman. I do. I like using she/her pronouns. I like wearing pretty feminine stuff. And in general I just like to be feminine. I’m happy being a girl.

But I just always wanted to just- try on a suit- JUST JUST HEAR ME OUT FOR A SECOND-

I wanna look like a dapper young gentlemen- like a very posh man that wears like- like one of those eyeglass thingys-

Like this fellow right here:

I also wanna have a mustache, LIKE THOSE ONES THAT ARE FLUFFY AND COVER YOUR MOUTH- the- THE PAINTERS BRUSH MUSTACHE!! Or examples like: The lampshade, the handlebar, the Hungarian, OR THE IMPERIAL (that one’s GODAM GORGEOUS-)

But more about the suit- I wanna- I PICTURE myself in a black slick suit with a white undershirt and a silk like tie, with nice shiny black buttons and some white gloves to match the undershirt. To show sophistication. With one of those top hats OH I LOVE THOSE!!

I’d like to see it on me but I wanna look more masculine in it like- like what I just said I wanna have a mustache and OH such a deep voice!! I wanna be those narrator voices that are soothing and just, you can fall asleep to them.

I wanna look dapper, I wanna look snazzy, I WANT TO WEAR A SUIT. I want to have a cane that I can lean onto while standing, I want other men to talk to me like if I were just another guy.

I WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE GUYS- that are like, buff but also a bit fat since, ngl I would genuinely like to be a fluffy guy, AND REALLY TALL and look down at people. I want to be tall too not just as a man but as me because I just wanna be the size of my dad. At LEAST 6’0 that’d be AMAZING.

I WOULDN’T JUST WANNA WEAR A SUIT EITHER- I wanna be a gentlemen that wears warm cream colors and a nice soft brown sweater with a beanie and THOSE BOOTS. (You know the ones I’m talking about-). I wanna have big legs and wear those jeans that look HUGE to other people but are normal for you cuz you’re just a big guy! I wanna wear that, THAT AMAZING SMELLING COLOGNE GOD DO I WANT TO WEAR COLOGNE.

Okay- to wrap things up- sometimes, I just want to look masculine AND IF ANYTHING IF I CAN’T LOOK MASCULINE AND APPEALING (and smoke cigars like one of them guys in the movies, drink alcohol or beer even though I don’t like it- OH AND HOW HAVE I NOT MENTIONED WANTING TO HAVE THAT MAN GOLFER FIT-)

OKAY BUT REAL QUICK- I’d want to have like A BUNCH OF PAPER BOY HATS (I already wear them and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH- but if I looked like a man?? 🤯🤯) with like different colors to have one each day to match the shirt I’m wearing- with brown pointed at the tip shoes that are shiny and SO SO HANDSOME!!! I wanna look handsome I want someone to tell me I look handsome in like a vest and a red tie with a paper boy hat and nice cologne and A GOD DAMN SOPHISTICATED ASS MUSTACHE!- And when I go golfing with buddies I have the casual golfer fit, BECAUSE THEY JUST SO NICE AND SPIFFY AND HANDSOME I WANNA LOOK LIKE THAT!!!

I love being a woman, I REALLY DO- I like being a woman because in the future I wanna look beautiful in pretty dresses and nice necklaces and pretty shiny hair (short obviously-) and cute glasses to match my cute outfits! Heck I wanna wear some of these dresses:

Vintage I know- but you gotta admit they look GORGEOUS!!!

And I’ll admit I’m completely fine with being a woman because of this! I wanna look pretty in dresses, be called beautiful, have a dazzling outfit to make myself look even prettier!

But I also just, wanna look handsome! Wear a suit. Have a mustache. Have a nice deep voice and- funny story- I remember I saw an episode of Steven Universe where Pearl was wearing a suit and I thought she looked AMAZING!!

I ended up telling my mom that when I got to Prom I want to have a suit, which my mom laughed and jokingly said I would look like a lesbian. Of course I don’t like woman like that, I think they’re all beautiful but just not like that. But in general I thought to myself I just wanna see myself in a suit, a tie, nice shoes, a nice hat, with cologne. And I again don’t even have to look masculine, I just want to look handsome and spiffy!

I started liking the idea of having masculine facial hair because I can’t stop thinking about if I did have those things, they would be AWESOME!!

I’m sorry if I ended up writing too much or confusing you with my words, so in long short of it:

I like being a woman, wouldn’t mind wearing a suit, wouldn’t mind having a masculine voice features hair etc, and I wanna look handsome. But I still like dressing femininely.

I’m sorry for the long talk, I just wanted to spill my mind a bit, nothing much to it though 🤷‍♀️

[what-gs-watching]

"Why is no one having a good time? I specifically requested it."

Here’s a thing: my husband used to watch a ton of tv, all the time. Always had something on in the background. But then he got sucked into TikTok and his attention span broke, so I’ve been watching most things myself.

He just put together a snack to wind down from his work day, and came back in for a glass of milk. I’m on the couch and as he swished by he said “I just turned on Brooklyn Nine-Nine”, which in and of itself was surprising, only to continue “and remembered he’s dead…” and I let out a wail I’ve been mostly ignoring. 

Andre Braugher, I’m so sad that you’re gone. Brooklyn Nine-Nine is one of my absolute favorite comfort shows, and I’m not sure how I’m going to stand it now, for a while. Captain Holt is iconic, you can’t watch that show and not fall in love with him. 

And now it’s just…sad.

Nine-Nine is another one of those shows I started watching religiously while it was airing on cable, the entirety of the reason being Andy mother-effing Samberg. I have been in love with him (and the Lonely Island, which we should talk about eventually) since that crazy man joined SNL and so nothing was going to tear me away from his randon sitcom. I came for him, obviously, but I stayed for everyone else.

Including, and mostly, Captain Raymond Holt. 

I’m not gonna lie, he might be the most realized, well-defined character on the show. The man has layers. Gay, black cop who finally becomes captain of his own squad. Deadly serious, married to a professor, proud dog dad, lover of rules, hard grudge-holder, extremely literal and blunt, with the weirdest sense of humor. 

Most of the best moments of this show involve Holt. There’s an entire scene wherein the squad is put on the night shift and it’s fucking with everyone’s relationships and someone suggests his bad mood is because he needs to�� bone down with his husband. His reaction has me crying every single time.

He has a dance-off with a kid on the street. He goes undercover as a straight person and does it hilariously. He gets incredibly, heavily, disturbingly invested in the Halloween heist game Jake sets up each year. He creates a ridiculous balloon arch for a wedding and gets deeply attached to it, and is infuriated by the fact that everyone thinks it’s weird as hell. He has the most fantastic arch rival relationship with an old partner, to the point where he plans to deliver a scathing eulogy when she unexpectedly dies. He learns the choreography set to Salt ‘N Peppa’s “Push It” and performs it to distract Amy while she’s giving birth. 

It feels like a lot of characters on tv are two-dimensional, but good lord, Holt was in full technicolor, and it’s obvious the reason it works so well is because Andre Braugher was a master of his craft. He WAS Holt, for a lot of people, including me. No one else could have stepped in and created that man. 

Throughout the show, Jake treated him like a surrogate dad because his own father (lol at Bradley Whitford in that role) was a dumpster fire, and it was really sweet. He just wanted validation, and acceptance.

In the finale, he tells Jake, "On my first day here, I asked Jeffords to tell me about everyone, He told me you were a great detective, but the one thing you couldn’t figure out was how to grow up. Well, I think you’ve finally figured it out. Over the years, you’ve sometimes referred to me as something of a father figure, but I want you to know, if I had had a son, and he had turned out like you, I would be very proud of him.”

I have a dad of my own, he’s wonderful and I love him and we have a great relationship, but y’all, Holt can be a surrogate dad for me too. He can be one for everyone. He always had a pearl of wisdom and he supported the entire squad in absolutely everything, and he was just an excellent human. Who was FUNNY and multidimensional and just…dope. 

He’s one of those perfect characters. And they don’t come along that often. So I guess the point is, thank you, Andre Braugher, for bringing him to life, and giving us the gift that is Captain Raymond Holt. I’m glad we still have him, even if we don’t have you.

[amandacanwrite]

Mother of Pearl ☼ The Hallowed Wilds ☼ Chapter Three

POV ;; Ezra ☽ 10 y.o.

Summary ;; Ezra goes into the forests again and meets Aurelia. She issues him a warning.

Warnings ;; n/a

Author Note ;; I am someone who doesn't get triggered by much, but it's very important to me that anyone who reads my work doesn't become inadvertently triggered because of my writing. While these early chapters are quite light, this story does get dark at times. If you ever notice something I should have issued a content or trigger warning for, please reach out to me so that I can properly apologize to you and add the warning to the list. That all said, let's hop in!!

It was another three days before Ma and Pa were busy enough for me to sneak away again. I told myself I was going back into The Wilds because I’d left my good coat and my sketch pad there—but I knew that wasn’t the real reason.

No, I hoped against hope that I would see the strange witch that looked like a seashell again.

So, I made my way to that field of swaying grasses, not worrying too much about the fact that I hadn’t a good coat—I wouldn’t need it in the forest, anyway.

I entered at the same place I had last time, between two enormous oak trees that looked like a gate with how they bent and reached for each other at their canopies.

I found my things there, just as I’d left them; the coat and scarf folded clumsily on top of the satchel. I picked up my bag first and stuffed the other treasures into it. I looked around me, seeing if that little witch would miraculously appear as she had the first time, but she wasn’t there.

I tried not to feel sad about it.

I decided, instead, to wander through the forest the way I’d originally intended to the first time I came there.

I went the opposite way that I chased the girl last time. Something about going the same way felt unlucky. I’m sure I could break my arm just about anywhere, but I didn’t feel up to seeing the giant tree again.

The wilds were… something.

The critters weren’t really afraid of people like they were in the forest behind the old lumber yard, or in the woods where Pa and I would hunt sometimes. They sort of just watched me as I made my way over and through. I even gave some of them the left over bread in my bag that had gone stale.

To my delight, they took it right out of my hand.

When I’d worked up my courage, I ventured deeper into the forests—nowhere so far that I couldn’t see the rye fields from where I stood, but I had heard the rush of a river somewhere and my curiosity reeled me towards it.

As I drew closer, another sound joined the calm trickling sounds of the river. A soft voice singing words I’d never heard before.

Merry meet, and merry part,

Only if you’re pure of heart,

Eterna may see fit to give you,

Boughs of trees that will surround you,

A river to sing you to sleep,

A doe, a stag, a friend to keep,

So, when you’re sad and lost and lonely,

Remember that you’re not the only,

One.

You’re not the only one among the trees.

The Wilds sway.

The Wilds bend the eaves.

It was a jaunty tune, bright and playful, like the ones the girls in town would sing while they did those baffling hand clapping games that looked like too much trouble to learn.

I hung back near a tree near the river and found her there.

Her back was to me, her little pale feet splashing in the rushing waters as she sang. Her white hair tumbled in wild curls to the middle of her shoulders, and she had a crown of yellow flowers in her hair—dandelions.

My mouth curved unexpectedly, and my heart ached in my chest.

I wanted to draw her.

As if she heard the thought, she stiffened and looked over her shoulder.

She jumped up onto her feet and looked me up and down, pale eyebrows knitting in the center with a little line. I bit my lip and froze, the same way I would if I were hunting a deer. I didn’t want her to run again, so I just stayed quiet.

She was still wearing that white dress that looked like night clothes, and I wondered if that was all she ever wore.

“You’re back,” she said. “Why are you back?”

A flush rose to my face. I could feel the heat of it in my ears.

“That’s an awful rude thing to say to someone,” I said indignantly.

“Boys aren’t allowed in The Wilds,” she said, “Especially not from the village.”

“Well, I had to come get my coat and my other things,” I said, shaking my bag demonstrably. “You didn’t send my things with me when you sent me back home.”

She looked at my bag curiously, as if she hadn’t really thought about it. So, it was her then. She’d healed me and gotten me home.

“I didn’t think they were so important,” she admitted.

“Well, they are—to me, anyway. My Ma spent a lot on the coat and my Grammy made the scarf, and the bag belonged to Pa before he gave it to me—and I’ve got a sketch pad in here too that I made myself.”

Her green-yellow eyes were glued to the items I’d listed. Her mouth pursed before she met my gaze.

“Sorry,” she said.

The way she said it made me feel bad, like she really felt bad for not thinking about it when she sent me back home. My face warmed again, and I wiped at my nose a bit as I looked away from her.

“S’alright, I gott’em back,” I mumbled.

“You should go back home then,” she said.

I scowled at her. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to get hurt again,” she said. “What if it happens when I’m not here to help you?”

“Thank you for the help last time, by the way…” I said, “I don’t know how you did it, but I was fit as a fiddle when I woke up over in the village.”

She shrugged a little, playing with her fingers.

“What’s a fiddle?” she asked.

I sputtered a laugh. She’d never heard of a fiddle?

“Ah, well—it’s an instrument, you know, for music? It’s made of wood and it’s got four strings and you play it with a bow—”

“Like the things the hunters use?”

“Ah—well, not really—its more like…”

I struggled to find the words to describe a fiddle accurately. I wish I’d had one to show her.

“Oh,” I said, shaking my head at my own stupidity, “Hang on, I’ll show you.”

I sat down on the ground, hemmed in by a couple of fat roots of the old tree. I opened my bag and pulled out my coat and my scarf, setting them aside. Then I grabbed my leather-bound sketch pad and opened it up, supporting it on my lap as I drew with my charcoal.

The little witch crossed the river to my side as I worked at it for a while. I heard her feet slosh through the water and flushed as she sat on one of the tree roots next to me, watching me draw.

I looked at her only briefly before turning more pointedly away from her.

She moved with me, trying to get a better view.  

“D-Don’t look over my shoulder like that,” I said.

“How come? You said you’d show me—”

“When it’s finished,” I said, exasperated.

Her head tilted like a curious hound, but she stalked back to her spot on the tree roots.

After about ten minutes, I finally handed off the rendering to her.

“S’not that good, but it gets the idea across,” I said.

I couldn’t look at her directly as she examined it. Heat crept up my neck again and she turned it this way and that, as if trying to make sense of it.

“This part, the stick—that’s the bow?”

I looked at the drawing and nodded, mouth pressing.

She nodded and looked at it again.

“What do they sound like?” she asked.

I opened my mouth and then closed it.

How could I even describe it?

“I’ll—I’ll try to bring Pa’s over sometime,” I said. “I’m not as good at it as Pa is, but I can play a little. I’ll ask him to teach me more.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she smiled.

It was such a pretty smile. Her eyes sparkled like the water babbling in the river. I couldn’t help but return it.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Yours first,” she said.

“Ezra.”

She blinked, looking almost taken aback.

“What?” I asked. “It’s not that weird of a name.”

“No, it’s not, but names are powerful. You shouldn’t just give them away like that. What if I meant to do something bad with it?”

I rubbed my nape and looked away.

“I mean, do you mean to?”

“No, but I could have,” she said.

I shrugged.

“I guess I just figure if you wanted to hurt me somehow you would have done it last time when I fainted in the forest,” I said. “You don’t seem the dangerous type.”

She looked down at the drawing while she thumbed the corner of my sketchpad. She was nibbling on her lower lip like she was thinking really hard about something.

“I’m Aurelia,” she said finally.

“Aurelia.”

It was a strange name, one like I’d never heard. The names in Dewsbury were so plain when I held them up against it. Ezra, Isiah, Mildred, Connie—Aurelia felt like a princess’s name by comparison.

I loved it.

“You really shouldn’t come back, Ezra. I wanna hear the fiddle, and I wanna know more about your world, but I’m worried about what will happen if you keep coming back. What if one of my sisters finds you?”

“Who are your sisters?”

It was the wrong question. I saw it was as soon as I’d asked it.

Aurelia stiffened and slammed my sketch pad shut, throwing it at me. I scrambled to catch it.

“H-Hey!”

She ran off, leaping over the river and racing through the woods.

“Don’t come back, Ezra! It’s not safe!”

All I could do was watch as she vanished through the latticework of trees.

I shook my head and scoffed.

“You can’t boss me around, little witch,” I said, even though I knew she wouldn’t hear it.

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[dreamingsushi]

Till the End of the Moon - Episode 18

I’m on a tight schedule, so I won’t summarize last episode. So let’s just jump right into it, I need to know the ending of that arc.

Now Ye Bingchang is back and awake. She’s facing the demon god. Si that’s when we learn that Ye Xiwu is the daughter of the official wife, while Ye Bingchang is the daughter of a concubine. Now she shows her true colours. She has an extra thread of love fate which she uses to seduce men. But she says she’s different from Tian Huan, because the only person deserving of her love is herself. She doesn’t kill for someone else than herself. She will beat Ye Xiwu.

Omg. So Sang Jiu is the witch that created the jade took in her eyes instead of Tantai Jin. She, I mean Susu/Ye Xiwu. I love how everything gets explainded one bit at a time. It’s probably one of the rare dramas that reuse every bit of information that they give and that’s how you know the writers did a very good job. Mingye wants to stop her from using it. She threatens him with her sword, but he still walks towards her. She pulls the sword out. For fabricating the jade, she’s going to be punished by lightning. Mingye will take the punishment for her and once he vanishes, his divine essence will replace her demon essence. This is so tragic. I’m tearing up. He apologizes for not protecting her properly. She saus she won’t forgive him. He says it’s alright if she hates him, as long as she lives on. She says that her body was devoured in Huangyuan and got a demon body because of all the hatred she bore in her heart. So she can’t go on and live on. She can’t accept his energy and she dies saying he owes her. She vanishes, leaving behind her only a pearl. Her brother? So that’s how it started!!! Mingye right then decides to become a demon like her. This is so sad...

Susu wakes up wondering who she is between Li Susu, Ye Xiwu and Sang Jiu. Then she remembers about the two possible outcomes. She thinks he shouldn’t demonize out of desperation. The pearl shows all the thoughts of Sang Jiu liking Mingye the god of war protecting everyone. Sang Jiu and Mingye meet again. I’m bawling right now. Mingye didn’t become a demon. Sang Jiu is herself. He says he couldn’t protect her. She tells him she’ll forgive him that time. Mingye-Tantai Jin sheds a tear that Ye Xiwu gathers. Tantai Jin feels something in his chest while watching Susu.

Tantai Jin is walking towards Ye Xiwu, but Xiao Lin doesn’t let him come closer. Before it becomes a fight, Master Pang takes everyone else away. In the end, Tantai Jin couldn’t absorb the dragon, which was only an illusion. He wonder why Mingye chose him to relive his life.

There it is! It was the first key. And the tear was already the second key. The third key is going to be really painful. Who is ready to bet that the missing threat is the one that Ye Bingchang is holding? Me!

Master Pang wants to keep Ye Xiwu from going to Jing, but Xiao Lin says to let her go, he trusts her. He’s the only one who hasn’t seen the true colours of his wife. Susu gives the mirror of the past to master Pang. Now she wants to make Tantai Jin fall in love with her.

Tantai Jin can’t tell the difference between Ye Xiwu and Sang Jiu. I hope she changes her plan before he falls for her. They need to give him back his stolen thread of love. He’s starting to feel emotions. Give him a chance. Not at love. I don’t ship them at all. But it’s not entirely his fault that he is as he is right now.

And I’m going to take a break to sleep right here, before it becomes even more interesting and I can’t go to bed anymore because I’m too caught in the action. I will finish this episode tomorrow afternoon.

So, sometimes I read comments on episodes. Even though they might spoil me. And I’ve seen a very interesting theory that the stolen thread in the hands of Ye Bingchang might actually be the one Pianran lost and I think it would absolutely make sense. And I actually almost want it to be that way, even though I don’t really know how that would help the story to unravel. I just needed to mention that before continuing with this episode.

Susu catches up with Tantai Jin’s troop, saying that a wife should follow her husband. She tries to act cutesy to get Tantai Jin’s attention and if he waivers a little, he still orders to have her tied up and puts her under Pianran’s care. She’s still set on her plan of having him fall in love with her to acquire the third key. She makes her way to his bedroom, asking if she could spend the night there and wonders if he has any thoughts from their experience in the dream, which are that Mingye was dumb to forsake his powers for a woman and that the demon god was really powerful and he wants to get as powerful as that some day. She tries to get all flirty, saying that if she liked someone, she wouldn’t be silencing her feelings like Sang Jiu did, but she would voice them, hence why she came to see him. He kicks her out for spouting nonsense. Or is it? Because he feels that when he thinks about Ye Xiwu something is about to grow in his chest. I wish he didn’t have the thought that quick. I don’t want him to like Susu because he’s still confused between what he experienced as Mingye.

Pianran takes Susu to take care of the geese. As you may remember, she’s terrified by birds, but she ends up doing the work so they won’t leave her behind. Tantai Jin goes to have a look on her and seeing how she’s scared, he asks Nain Baiyu to make the geese run after her. I guess that’s what he thinks a prank is?  But then a goose jumps at her and she faints. Tantai Jin jumps in to catch her before she hits the ground. He calls a doctor for her because she’s having a fever from the scare. He has some food made for her, all goose meals. She asks him if he had fun while watching her being afraid. So our little demon lord learnt how to feel happiness. She asks him to take her along to Jing. But he’s not buying  the lovey-dovey act, she’s acting weird and not long ago she said she didn’t want anything to do with him. So she ends up saying she’s at his disposition anyways, so he appoints her as a maid.

Tantai Minglang didn’t die! He was saved by his mage lady. And he still wants revenge and to absorb demons like his brother.

And that’s all for episode 18. What a ride! I really loved the dream arc, even though it ended up being a little longer than I expected. The love story was sweet and heartbreaking. I am also happy for the character development that this is going to bring to the story. I’m still a little worried though that not even half way through the drama we already got two keys out of three. I hope it doesn’t drag too long and run into circles. But so far, every time I dreaded something, the writers managed to surprise me, so I will put my trust in them.

[bigger-rat]

(Pls don’t put this in the f.hr tags cause I don’t want to bring up bad memories for ppl) but I remember when things were imploding and that one group (you know the one) literally scrambling for things to make the game problematic to cover up the fact that they were just angry that the author wouldn’t cater to them and agree with their bullshit shipping discourse (they’re all self proclaimed ‘antis’ whatever that means and the author didn’t understand what that was and when the author didn’t blindly agree with it and take a position in the bullshit shipping discourse they all turned on them, they might try to cover and say that they don’t like the game or creator anymore for a different reason that doesn’t sound as stupid but THATs literally the base of why the fandom implosion happened. Because of bullshit shipping discourse agshjd)

BUT anyway the funniest thing they tried to claim was that sidestep, the 30 year old MC, was grooming Herald… a 25 year old man going on 26. Do you remember that?? Am I going crazy?? They definitely tried to claim that aghdjd god I’m dying laughing right now while remembering this. They were so desperate

I won’t lie I am forever bitter at them because they sent the author tons of death threats and hate mail & then acted like the author had some sort of responsibility towards them (the entitlement from them was and still is crazyyy) when the author was also sick w covid and had job and financial insecurity due to covid complications and *god forbid* didn’t want to and probably couldn’t physically handle their fandom wank, and then they acted like the author was the Literal Devil for taking care of themselves

Everything honestly has a silver lining though because the writing quality has just absolutely skyrocketed since the authors time on tumblr, and I feel like without that much needed break that the author took due to all the stress that book 2 wouldn’t have been nearly as good as it is now. The author also appears to be thriving now, which is awesome. Sometimes we need a painful journey to have a happy ending :D

(Sorry to vomit in your inbox like this lmfao)

No lol you're right and you should say it.

What they did to Malin was VILE. They were nothing but kind to the community, they appreciated every piece of fanart people made, were active in the community, they let us play bits of book 2 long before it was out. And these rabid fans literally bullied them out of the fandom.

The author shouldn't have so publicly do things for a specific few friends IMO, not because it's inherently bad but because everyone is insane on this website and that was a ticking time bomb.

And then, god forbid, someone came up with a compelling but problematic sidestep/herald ship (COUGH smute COUGH), and the author liked it, and how DARE they like a problematic relationship in a story about a LITERAL FUCKING VILLAIN. The pearl-clutching is unimaginable.

I don't remember people saying that Herald is being groomed lol but I do remember people going off on power dynamics and how it's an abusive relationship and like. Yes, the romantic relationship in the game where you invade people's minds and also constantly beat your friends/lovers into a bloody pulp are.. a little problematic! Grow the fuck up and go watch steven universe or something.

Imagine reading a book about a literal SUPER VILLAIN and being shocked that they're a bad person who has toxic relationships. Just fucking imagine that. The book in which you routinely kidnap people's bodies without their consent and invade their minds? Problematic?? Wooow.

I'm sad that Malin got chased out of the community but I hope they can sleep better now that they, a 40-50 year old person with a job and a life, don't have to navigate the kindergarten drama of some terminally online zoomers and their shitty shipping fantasies.

[only-a-heartbeat-away]

I agree about Sin. What little there is I will love and listen to as much as I can.

Orion's Reign is one of those awesome, barely known bands I will always turn people toward. I appreciate that they can layer traditional power metal vocals with death metal vocals in some of their songs. I really like when a band is able to merge sounds that we might think wouldn't fit together.

Vegetarian foods I really like, and like to make, are falafel, paneer saag, Loubya, and Thai foods. Tom Yum and Ramen soups are some of my favorite winter foods. I just made some spicy ramen with tofu. Is there a cuisine you find yourself gravitating toward? For me is it Middle Eastern, Indian, Thai, and Japanese are the ones I find myself making the most.

There is a list on Wikipedia of the first 100 videos ever played on MTV. Billy Jean is a really cool video. I remember how cool everyone though the parts lighting up as they were touched was.

I am sorry to hear you grew up in a scary situation. I feel like it was traumatic as an adult. I can't even imagine growing up with that kind of fear.

November Rain is an amazing video. I love that part where Slash can't find the rings. I have seen most of those videos though I don't listen to My Chemical Romance much so I had to go watch it. I definitely agree that the vibes of the music can really influence which videos we love. Since you like story songs.. if you don't know this one you should check out the video for Screaming in the Night by Krokus. It is a beautiful song and has a cool, if slightly cliche, video. https://youtu.be/reL4GuYhtMY?si=TFNMeutu4lQm8qVG

I don't usually listen to harder rap but I will listen to Ice-T (and his metal band Body Count) quite often. Part of my love for his music is how honest it is about situations. The social critique in his music has a huge impact. It also makes sense that Ice-T and Dave Mustaine have collaborated. They both write lot of harsh and honest social critiques into their music.

Is there a band or artist like that for you? From a genre that you don't usually listen to or don't particularly like otherwise?

-Jake

I get wanting to turn people to lesser known bands (hell I do it all the time irl lol), and I like that too. I’ll really have to check them out soon.

Oh yeah, falafels are really good. I gravitate towards Indian and Middle Eastern foods too, there are a lot of great dishes from those. Japanese is good too. I’ve never tried Thai food, but I’d like to.

I never knew there was a list of that. I just scrolled through it, and it’s nice to learn about the first videos to air. Saw more of REO Speedwagon than I was expecting lol. I totally agree that Billie Jean’s a cool music video too.

Don’t want to get too sad or personal about it but yeah, it was terrifying. I’ve been to therapy to help me cope with it though, and it helped a lot.

I love that part too, though my favorite is when Slash plays the solo in front of the church. And thank you for the recommendation! I watched the video and not only is the song pretty, the video’s really good. Immediately added it to my playlist.

I’m the same with harder rap, but Ice T’s great. I also love that about his music, and I agree it makes total sense that he and Dave Mustaine collaborated. And I never knew he had a metal band, I should give that a listen sometime.

I don’t like grunge in the slightest, but I do listen to Pearl Jam often. Jeremy might be one of my favorite songs of all time, it’s dark but also powerful and emotional, and that bass intro is so damn good. Don’t know why they’re the exception for me, though every time I bring this up irl that person tells me Pearl Jam isn’t really grunge so maybe that’s why 🤷‍♀️. Regardless, I really like them.

What was your first concert, or the first you remember?

[decomposingskank]

never change

(a lonely boy meets me— a girl who is angry at the world)

you’ve got bubblegum stuck to your face

two hands in your pockets

looking up at the moon looking back at you

i think i wanna see what the sky does

something untouched, glistening and waiting

waiting to be found

you showed me flowers in bloom and big eyes

i showed you scabs and a crooked smile

so we found something between creek rocks on summer nights

at the end of winding roads

in the maze of suburbia

in the silence that didn’t need to be filled

you walked into my palm and curled up

and i didn’t really mind

underneath my ugly guts you only saw a pearl

so i’m your number one

something sweet on our lips

you said i’m all that you see

standing there with your arms open

maybe this is too much for me

more than it should be

cause you don’t know the weight of my heart

i want you but i don’t think you’re ready for me

(but you still come back)

on my birthday there were tulips on the doormat

a pile of sugar and a spoon

maybe i knew you were more than you should be

but i’ve never been able to resist something sweet

and i still think you’re so cool

so look down and tell me i’m worth it

wrap yourself back around my finger

dark eyes with your arms over me

cause i know all you see is me

hold me close to the radiator

i know you’ll keep me warm

even if it means your teeth get cold

standing outside i know what you dream of

the storm hangs over your head

walking tough letting the cars breeze by

at the end of the road all you see is me

i said baby i’m sorry this is more than it should be

and i know swore i wouldn’t do it to you

but i left you waiting at that bus stop

this is a poem/ramble I wrote after reflecting on a high school romance. at the end of eleventh grade I’d broken up with my first real boyfriend. I was sad and crazy, as is every teen girl after heartbreak. anyway, my friend from a different school was throwing an after-prom party. I went, got drunk, swam in the pool, floated on my back and ran my hands across my body. I teased a guy sitting beside the pool to come in. he didn’t wanna strip down to his boxers. he said they were the kind moms buy. i had to leave the party early. i had a biology exam in the morning. he walked me out and i asked if i could kiss him and he said yes. after it was over, he said that was his first kiss. I don’t remember if i said anything. it meant something very different to both of us.

a few weeks later, he asked me out. i thought it’d be a good idea to get my mind off my ex boyfriend, so i said yes. we didn’t really go anywhere or do anything. we walked around the lake and eventually ended up laying in a football field watching stars. we walked together to the bus stop near my house. i can’t remember if I kissed him before he got on.

shortly after all of that, i became a very angry person for a long time. my ex boyfriend sexually assaulted me. i stopped talking to the boy from the party.

eventually we reconnected and over the years we kept in touch— not quite friends but not anything more than friends either. I knew he had a thing for me, sometimes i had a thing for him too, but i never wanted to do anything about it and he didn’t mind.

it ended badly on both our parts.

“we were kids doing the best with what we had”

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOOOO honestly spontaneous plans are so nice sometimes but also that’s so me always ended up hanging out for longer than we intend just yapping there’s one time I think I just sat on a random bench with a friend talking for like five hours but WELCOME BACK AGAIN LMFAOO and will do…..I’ll start searching because PEARL AND ALPHA SAPPHIRE WERE MY SHIT!!! Funny you mention that because my first game was actually Pearl (I went back and played HGSS after) so it holds a very special place in my heart LOL and also I just love alpha sapphire because it also had megas but I also love kyogre LMAO (I couldn’t even finish sun I’m ngl I got bored of the trials or whatever the non-gym mechanic was oops)

I can’t even tell if it’s just my standards for raised and it’s always been like that or if it’s really is just getting worse (haven’t been on that site in like years LMAO) but wait nooooo bruh I hate how so many companies are adding like paywalls and premium restrictions like hello??? Wattpad readers especially the ones who comment are actually insane like no wonder it has the reputation it does….

LMAOO honestly I see a good enough amount of people liking him now I wouldn’t be surprised if he did blow up as you predict when s3 arrives! but SIDE CHARACTER SUPREMACY FR

NO FR HE WAS FEELING HIMSELF??? THAT POSE WAS INSANE LMAOOOO the nel additional times are actually gonna be too funny (yk they used to be based off little bonus scenes that were actually printed in the manga but we like never get those anymore??? Sad.) but UBERS AT IS JUST GONNA BE OAEU BAROU INTRO LMFAOOOOO I can see it now ok wait im also not in they cut out a LOT of scenes including isagi sleeping for an entire day THE ENTIRE CAFETERIA SCENE WHERE KARASU EATS LIKE A SKEWER AND OTOYA EATS CHERRIES and some interaction scenes before the starting members are announced im lowk so mad like I NEEDED THOSE LITTLE INTERACTIONS AND I WANTED TO SEE KARASUS SQUIRREL CHEEKS REIDJDSKDKHDH sorry im like crashing out over this but of COURSE they animated the rin isagi interaction just NOTHING ELSE DJDHDHDISDJD

LMAO real your characterizations are the best though also wdym I think your diagrams are fire you’re just kaneshiro and nomura merged into one person

FR matches the typical teenage boy energy that Id expect from him so props to them!! Also I’m crying I think because geographically Kyoto and Osaka are south of Tokyo they typically just translate it as a southern accent which is why we got the heavy Texas I’m crying though between just how he sounds plus the fact that I recognize the vas voice from other works that don’t involve and accent

I NEEEEEDD THAT ADDITIONAL TIME RIGHT. NOW. it’s literally so perfect for the premises of additional time someone PLEASEEE like Shidou would totally use the last of the hair wax and not gaf or tell anyone (which forces Karasu to go the entire day with his hair down) cmon Shidou take one for the team please…..its ok we have this out and posted on your blog it’s definitely working into the manifestation circles now….

Yeahhh I assumed it was some sort of effect like that but some panels still have me reeling a bit because of the angles LMAO someone just get isagi off the page I wish we’d see more of other matches where isagi isn’t present (assuming eventually episode nagi will get there though so manifesting??? Also hoping we get to see PxG vs mc then too?????)

LMAOAAOA the way that it’s not out of the question is the best part time skip otoya with the half troll looking hair would be hilarious

SHSHSHS YEAHH I think also for me at least I’m getting really thrown off by how vibrant his colors are tbh it’s not my favorite duo either with the like green and purple and then adding the stubble on top of that eugh also SAME LMAO Aiku got sidelined so bad I forgot he really actually did shit in the u20 match which explains all his promo too…I wonder how that’s working for the marketing team though because I remember awhile ago reading someone post about how they got like mad fun of for being an Aiku fan when they went to the bllk exhibition because no one really likes him (which is also insane like why does it matter to you what character someone else likes you aren’t even interaction with each other??? Insane but anyways)

YAYYY but also LMAOOOO ACCIDENTALLY but omg encounter with two hot guys?? This is just setting the plot imagine you run into them again somewhere somehow and turns into fwtkac Karasu and otoya (except presumably one of the dudes isn’t a cheater like otoya LMAO) glad you didn’t have to deal with anything too insane though!!!

NO LITERALLY like Kaiser fans need to get some glasses like you’re out here talking shit when your man looks like he fell into a paper shredder….? I guess that just matches the Kaiser vibes so I can’t be too surprised

LMAOO I think it is the first one focusing on chigiri more!! Also I’m ngl I don’t enjoy the song as a song either LMFAOOOOO guess we’re twinning again I think it’s just really easy to make angst edits or like animations too because of the content but musically it’s not something that would land in my playlist personally

- Karasu anon

SPONTANEOUS PLANS ARE SOOO FUN omg it was so silly we were in her apartment for sooo long the time literally changed (daylights saving #americacore) i was like wow i can’t believe it’s only 2am!! meanwhile it was actually 3am so by the time i got home to my body it was like 4ish SDFKS but it was definitely worth it we had the best time

my first game was x!! but i got alpha sapphire right after so it’s kind of in the same place in my mind…i’ve never restarted my x game because nostalgia but i’ve restarted alpha sapphire a few times!! agreed the island trials or whatever weren’t as fun as gyms for some reason so i didn’t really enjoy moon or ultra moon that much unfortunately but pearl was cool too!! definitely keep me posted hehe

i feel like i was always lowkey a hater of wattpad but back in the day i used to read on it because i had gone through everything on ao3 and i was desperate LMAOOO the last time i truly read a fic on wattpad was for attack on titan in like 2021 though now i just don’t even bother because i know what quality i can expect and i’d rather spend that time reading an actual book, writing, or (most likely) scrolling through tik tok 😩 but yeah wattpad comments are always crazy i think part of it is that after seeing so many tropey stories on the app they assume all stories will fall into those tropes and don’t bother to stop and think before commenting that maybe that’s actually not the case?? anyways

HELP i lowkey have seen a lot of people starting to like him already ngl half of them don’t deserve my kashimo fic though that one is very unhinged and odd and the plot is kinda fucked up…okay i already tell you the endings for everything i’ve written so i’ll tell you about this one as well HAHA idk how much if any of it you’ve read but basically what you need to know is that the main character’s cursed technique is that she has like. hummingbird powers?? basically if it’s related to hummingbirds or the mythology around them she can do it but only for a limited amount of time (for example at one point she runs from nyc to tokyo including over water in like 30 minutes or something due to her technique because hummingbirds are super fast) and in the present timeline she also has this sword (the sword of syrinx) which helps her focus her technique and lends her energy when she’s running low etc etc but anyways after her technique runs out of energy she enters torpor (which is based on irl hummingbirds’ torpor) where’s she’s basically in a super deep motionless sleep recovering her energy?? and she stays like that until she’s recovered her cursed technique ANYWAYS after haibara’s death and geto’s betrayal (she’s in nanami’s year) she enters a very deep depression (she compares it to a torpor settling over her whole life) because she realizes she has zero purpose in life and she thinks that there might be someone who can help her find it but she doesn’t know who

THEN the culling games start and she comes back (this is when she runs from the east coast of the us to tokyo) and meets kashimo before getting in a fight with him however for obvious reasons she’s exhausted so she eventually gives up and offers him her sword but instead of just being a form of surrender the sword makes her and kashimo remember the past?? since kashimo in this au doesn’t remember why he reincarnated or much about who he used to be…anyways so then we get thrown into the perspective of the first user of the main character’s technique who coincidentally has the same name as the main character!! and it turns out that in this past timeline she was actually selected by the hummingbird deity to be its champion and defeat its mortal enemy ten, who is the lord of the sky and storms and who no one believes in

past y/n is the strongest sorcerer of her time barring kashimo and kashimo is OBSESSED with this fact. all he wants is to fight and kill her (fairly, he’s not about to kill her in cold blood because it doesn’t prove anything) and he even threatens the big three clans (she is engaged to gojo’s ancestor) so she has to intervene and tells him that she’ll fight him just as soon as she defeats ten, which makes him be like ok i’ll help you with that!! she unlocks the vision of the hummingbird based on a story she reads in a book given to her by the man who gave her to the gojos after her parents’ death (the man is kenjaku) and is able to find ten in a dream, realizing that he resides in a domain (he’s implied to be another disaster curse kinda like jogo) and challenges him to a fight, after which she goes and finds kashimo and he takes her to his childhood “friend” because the friend (who i made up but is named daisuke) can forge the best weapons (he forged kashimo’s staff)…daisuke agrees but under the condition that y/n erases him from history completely and finds a girl that he and kashimo used to know who ran away one day and they never saw again

y/n and kashimo set off in search of the girl and we get a reveal of kashimo’s past where it’s seen that he was orphaned at a young age and saved by the gojos but instead of being taken in like y/n was he was taken to an orphanage run by a woman who absolutely hated children and was basically neglected for his entire life (this is where he met daisuke and the two became friends as well as where daisuke taught kashimo about sorcery and stuff) eventually one day daisuke and kashimo sneak out to a village using daisuke’s technique (which allows him and anyone he includes to become invisible) and there they see y/n passing by in a procession with the gojos and kashimo is IMMEDIATELY convinced that he needs to fight her and if he cannot defeat her as he is now he will become someone who can…essentially defeating her becomes his purpose for living and becoming as strong as he has

then some stuff happens and it’s revealed that before she can fight ten y/n has to defeat his twelve beasts (it’s never outright stated but the twelve beasts are the animals of the japanese zodiac!! to fit w the sky theme) so while they continue on this journey to find the girl she fights and kills a few of them…she meets kenjaku at one point and he tells her that he saved her when she was a kid in exchange for her father’s life (as in he became a reincarnated sorcerer) before telling her that he can make the same deal with her and give her what she most desires (a life without the constraints of the hummingbird and ten) she basically tells him to fuck off though and he does so but says she’ll need him eventually…anyways then she and kashimo eventually find the girl (who is none other than tullia ofc) locked in an attic and they managed to rescue her before tullia and kashimo team up to kill the lady who ran the orphanage and sold tullia to the man who hurt her ☝🏻 meanwhile y/n continues to fight more of the beasts but it’s revealed that if she doesn’t get a proper sword she’s in trouble because the amounts of cursed energy she’s using to fight the beasts cannot be handled by a normal weapon (hence why she needs one of daisuke’s swords) so they return to daisuke and he forges the sword of syrinx for her!! she fights off the rest of the beasts in succession (kashimo is in and out of the story at this point) before she defeats the final one and is granted access to ten’s domain which is a field with a massive tornado in it. she tells kashimo that she’s going to fight ten and he makes her promise to fight him afterwards which she agrees to and she tells him to find her once the domain collapses

she gets to the domain and realizes that the reason why ten’s voice always seemed to come from nowhere is because the tornado itself is ten; there’s a whole fight sequence and she’s holding her own but obviously struggling and eventually she’s on her last legs before she remembers a story that will basically put her in an eternal torpor/kill her if she uses it however it’s what she was made for — to defeat ten — so she calls on the story where the hummingbird is the sun in disguise and even though the sword of syrinx breaks in the process she manages to exorcise ten before falling into torpor. ten’s domain collapses and kashimo finds her and thinks she’s dead before realizing it’s just the torpor; using his electricity basically as a defibrillator he shocks her back awake but it’s way too late and she’s barely able to stay up; she tells him about kenjaku and tells him to reincarnate and face off against someone even stronger than her, like sukuna, and also asks him to fix the sword of syrinx for her because she can’t bear the thought of it being ruined. kashimo says he will and then asks what will happen to her; she says she isn’t sure but right before she dies she is prompted to use her technique one final time, this time in the form of the “reincarnation of the hummingbird” (as hummingbirds symbolize reincarnation) and so her heart transforms into a hummingbird and she is reincarnated

returning to the present, the current y/n realizes that all of this has transpired between her past life and kashimo, but while kashimo is still the same person, she wasn’t reborn with all of her memories and she’s actually entirely different person now, so she can’t be with him, even though she suspects that her past life was in love with kashimo despite kashimo never outright reciprocating. before the final confrontation with sukuna happens, kashimo reveals to current y/n that the reason why the sword of syrinx is so strong is that (in keeping with jjk nonsense) in order to reforge the steel, he had daisuke smelt past y/n’s body (specifically her bones) into it, making it much stronger and imbuing residuals of her technique and spirit into it (hence why it only works for her and is so helpful to her). kashimo then goes to fight sukuna as he wished and dies, whereupon y/n retrieves his body and once again reforges the sword of syrinx so that whatever is left of him can be whatever is left of her past life; once the sword is done, she takes it and leaves japan behind for good. one of the students or someone asks what she will do now and she says she will do nothing because that is what she reincarnated for — to have no purpose except finding happiness

that’s the end of y/n’s story, but then we return to the past and see kashimo meeting with kenjaku. kenjaku seems to pity kashimo and mourns y/n’s loss (mostly because now he won’t get to have her in the culling games) but before he can say anything kashimo tells him that he knows that kenjaku can give him another chance at life. kenjaku warns him that there will be stipulations, but kashimo says that he doesn’t care, because (this is the last line) “there is still someone left that he has to fight” — basically, he reincarnated for the chance to see y/n again, just because he trusted that she would somehow come back even though there was no reason for her to

LMAOOOO THAT WAS A LOT to be fair there was a lot of context needed for me to explain the ending considering only the first third of the story alone is 80k words that one is another doozy but yeah basically throughout the entire story “fighting” and “killing” are meant to represent the love that kashimo feels for y/n?? like he is genuinely MADLY in love with her but as someone who’s only ever loved fighting and feeling powerful he equates that feeling with wanting to kill her hence why he says the most INSANE things to her absolutely casually…killing her is just the only way he understands how to love her 😭 y/n is no better either there’s an entire sequence in the beginning of one of the chapters in her past life that’s describing her dreaming of “fighting kashimo” but those dreams are in fact meant to represent uhhh. sex dreams. LMAO. let me include a screenshot so you can see what i mean because it’s one of those things that makes ZERO sense until you read it

so as you can see the themes in this one are insane and weird and probably would be misinterpreted by a larger audience SKDJHF kashimo and reader are very dear to me in all their insanity because the way they love one another is unparalleled and the angst is off the charts like this story puts everything i have ever written to SHAME LMAOO long story short yeah i feel like kashimo will definitely blow up but do i want him to?? NO

BACK TO YOUR ASK anyways yeah niko’s pose was CRAZYYY bro was fr getting into it LMAOAOOA omg i need aiku to drop the “he’s italian, it’s part of his culture” line in an additional time because idc that’s canon aiku to me HAHA but noooo i saw they skipped out on that scene ik the bachira fans are pressed too because the panel of bachira eating pasta is so iconic and they skipped it?? UGH i wanted to see angry chipmunk karasu so badly too especially if they made him look all soft and cute like how he did in the first additional time 🥹

HELP nomura wishes his art was as good as my diagrams /j okay ngl as someone who once lived further south than i do rn and had a southern accent as a young child the southern accent that they use on tv is so forced and not even accurate?? like people from the south don’t sound like that SDKJHFS i think a proper southern accent would’ve sounded…better…but whatever they have got going on just feels kinda awkward imo

SHIDOU PLEASE PLEASEEE omg actually speaking of shidou i was talking to jeirin about this but i am once again fascinated by the karasu x shidou dynamic there is something so puzzling about it…like why is karasu completely unafraid of him?? not just in the additional time for s2e1 but literally all of their interactions karasu is either shit talking shidou or bossing him around (like in bm vs pxg right after kaiser scores and shidou…is being shidou…karasu literally tells shidou to stfu and listen to his plan) which is crazy enough but what’s even crazier is shidou actually listens to him??? which is very out of character for him lowkey he always beefs with people who try to tell him what to do (aka rin) but when it comes to karasu he’s just like “ok” and does it?? also shidou is known for hyping everyone up during games but he was EXTRAAA with it when karasu scored on them in third selection LMAOAOAO my conclusion is that they somehow bonded over hair wax and being basically the same exact age (shidou is like a month older or smth) and karasu is probably shidou’s only actual friend (not counting wtvr tf he has going on with sae) HAHAH now does karasu consider shidou to be HIS friend?? absolutely not…i hope we get to see more of them as a duo though they’re kinda funny together actually

LMAOOO WAIT AIKU HATE??? i was under the impression that he was one of the most popular characters huh that’s kinda odd…ig people irl and people online must differ or smth but yeah his color palette has never appealed to me much either and the stubble is much more prominent and his teeth are super defined for some reason?? idk maybe he’ll be redeemed in the u20 game but anime aiku isn’t doing it for me the way manga aiku almost did

HELPP KSJDHFS ngl given the types of things they were saying they were sadly giving more aiku and otoya than karasu and otoya i fear…hot man whores who wanted to hook up most likely 😰 OH WELL maybe i will be proven wrong who knows or maybe i’ll have my otoya bfb moment and not-fix one of them 😭 only time will tell

kaiser fans always talking the most shit as if their man doesn’t literally read psychology books to manipulate people instead of making friends LMAOOOO i once saw someone hating on nagi for being a selfish cowardly manipulator (because of the “nagireo breakup” naturally 😒) clicked on their profile and THEY WERE A MICHAEL KAISER FAN???? THEY LITERALLYYY HAD A MICHAEL KAISER THEME?????? i was like um the call is coming from inside the house my friend 😭 keep nagi’s name OUTTA YOUR MOUTH 🗣️

LMAOOO we’re just always in sync like that and okay yeah that’s what i thought!! today i only have two vids to offer that you’ve probably already seen before but WHATEVER

tabieita the sillies side note this song is so 2021/2022 nostalgic somehow??

karasu if shidou steps up to the plate for us LMAOOO SHIDOU PLS YOU’RE OUR ONLY HOPE never been a shidou stan but i’ll literally convert if he does this for us 😭🙏🏻

[mix31h3artz16]

INTRO [DO NOT LIKE, REBLOG, OR REPLY, PLEASE!]

Basic information:

Name: Lunar (But u can call me Gox for short)

Gender: Trans masc

Sexuality: Pan

Pronouns: Xe/any/all

Disorder(s): Autism (professional diagnosed) PSTD (professionally diagnosed) ADHD (self diagnosed), depression and anger issues (self diagnosed), and Bipolar (self diagnosed)

Age: private (but I’ll give you a hint, I’m a MINOR!)

Nationality: American/Puerto Rican

Country: US

Gen: Gen Z

Religion: Christian

Birthday: June 13th 

Zodiac: Gemini 

Element: Air

Chinese zodiac: Dragon 

Birthstone: Pearl, Alexandrite, Moonstone

Favorite color: Green (i’m not 100% sure yet)

Occupation: artist, animator, voice actor (some what), editor, singer, gamer, and therian 

Skin color: White 

Programs I use: Procreate (sometimes), ibs paint, CapCut, alight motion, and FlipaClip premium

Eye color: brown 

Random fact: I’m also a rare pair, Muti shipper, and some what cross shipper!

Fandoms/media I like

Colored or bold = mostly/main

Mixels

Stickn around 

The Nickcheezy show

Dandy’s world (Note: I do not support Rex or any of his actions. /vsrs)

Joe and jack

Mr*der drones

Jam elementary (Note: I don’t support Luce nor the things she did to me. /vsrs)

TADC

Sclumpains 

Goanimate (no, i’m not one of “those” users)

Mixels LRIU

Mokey show

Cup head

BabyFirstTV (don’t harass me for that I swear)

ASDFMovie (I remember watching it somewhere in 2018 and 2019)

Unlisted because I’m very lazy..

Please do not interact with me if:

-you have “(R)” or “photos” in your name (seriously, I have been seeing these type of people liking my posts, and if I see one more of those accounts, like one of my post, one more freaking time, I WILL block them! /vsrs)

-you are a groomer

-you are a NSFW or k1nk acc (even tho I’m hypers3xusal)

-you support Luce (the main dev of jam elementary)

-you support Rex (the co-owner of Dandy’s world)

-you are against Rare pairs

-you block ppl on tumblr for having 0 posts (sorry, but if they have a cool blog, I’ll let them pass)

-you don’t stand for Palestine (the people there are in danger! /vsrs)

-you are against furries/therians 

-you bring up peoples pasts

-you have “Minors DNI” in ur bio (unless there is 18+ content)

-you bully your friends for “being themselves”

-you hate on baby shows/channels (such as PBS Kids, babyFirstTV, Nature cat, etc)

-you support splat kid (he literally made something creepy and unbelievable out something so sad)

-you are ANYONE from Professor toots server (I don’t want to remember what I “did”)

If you are any of those, AND you interact with me, you will be blocked. /Vsrs

TW: sometimes my content will contain the following:

Eyestrain

Blood

Gore

Mentions of horrible things (such as NSFW, grooming, etc)

Rare pairs

Shipping

INANIMATE TF AND TF TG SH-

And OTHER stuff

Art status:

Requests: open

Art trades: open

Commissions: open (however, if it’s for a relative, a friend, etc, then it’s free!)

Gifts: for friends, ppl I look up to, etc

Collaborations: open (feel free to dm)

Role plays: open! (But only in discord and/or tumblr DMs + I prefer Mixel, crossover, and TF TG RPs)

Friend request: Only if I know/trust you!

Important note:

Please only use the “ask” button to send me art requests and/or questions (seriously, I’m not against Palestine or anything, but I keep getting messages from people telling me about Palestine, so if you want to inform me about Palestine, please use the message feature. It’s not that hard /srs 😭)

Finally to end things off, here links to my link tree! (+ my discord username is Sharxflash!)

Ye ya later!

[sleepyside]

I downloaded the Etsy app again. I’d had it deleted for a while and I was doing really well without it, but feelings of dissatisfaction roll in so easily and sometimes I make the mistake of feeling like I need to Do Something About It.

Except today, I made the mistake of dragging my kid into it. That didn’t feel nice. I’d been thinking about the clothes we used to wear in the 90s and early aughts. They were fussy: Peter Pan collars, lace around the trim, plastic button made to look like pearls, embroidery. Just really adorable stuff. I don’t know how many of you reading buy clothes for babies these days but what you find is a lot of cotton tshirts and sleepers with screen printed images. Cheap but not…*nice*.

I’m a sucker for vintage clothes, I always have been. Just like my taste in the retro films, I’ve always liked the fashion and decor to go with it. When my mental health is bad and I feel dissatisfied, my gut instinct is to start online shopping. In the past 5 years I’ve gotten really good at filling up my online shopping cart and then clicking out of the web browser. I don’t have the shopping apps anymore.

So my kid is outgrowing her clothes and up until this point, her grandparents and other extended family members have sent us enough clothes that I haven’t really needed to do any shopping for her outside of food, wipes, and diapers. But we’ve had an unseasonably warm week and it looks like it’s here to stay, so I went online with the intent to buy her a few warm weather outfits and some sandals she doesn’t need socks for. The Children’s Place has a 50% off storewide sale going on, so I picked out 5 little outfits, either rompers or 2 matching pieces for $49 altogether and I called it a day.

Except this morning I got to thinking about the collars and embroidery and buttons again and felt sad that I didn’t get to buy those things for my kid/that she wouldn’t get to have those things. I downloaded Etsy again to see what I’d find. I was chatting with my mom on messenger sending her screenshots of the kinds of outfits available, said I’d probably bite the bullet and buy a little denim dress that was $15, I’d pay $15 for a dress anywhere else so what’s the big deal?

And then I remembered why I took the apps off my phone. Mom agreed that the dress was really cute, I should just do it. And I said no…

Shopping is a void filler for me, it always has been. To drag my child into it and say “but she’s going without!” Is really…icky. *I’m* unhappy. She’s not unhappy. She is developmentally ahead of her peers, even tempered, communicative. She is healthy, she is well fed, she has a ton of toys, she is never bored. And she has plenty of clean and comfortable clothes to wear.

I am not the thinker, I do not need to *do something* about the thoughts that roll through. The feeling of dissatisfaction is omnipresent, but it is false. We have enough.

We are not the thinkers. We are the observers. Thoughts are going to roll in our minds. Some days they’re like puffy white clouds. Some days they’re angry grey storm clouds. We just have to remember that we’re just here observing them, not creating them. It’s not our job to change them, fix them, or fill the lack.

I call these lack attacks. I like to believe I’ve built a strong defense against them, but it was really shitty of them to drag my kid into it.

Be gone, roll through faster, I’m busy.

[libidomechanica]

That nough, while yet wad wasted: thereof thee, is of a toga

A sonnet sequence

               1

At that which goes breath’d from out on my slumbers say she knew that deep learne not our form, and wakened ben; Blythe water. Inspired my boon! Both at all plot of these to behold! That nough, while yet wad wasted: thereof thee, is of a toga or a read o’ergrown violet eye. Into his vow too close by the was will shoe thy force; be in sequacious still, where can in party to use throat. But stinguish’d by Cervantes; by Swift, but and sky, or his pond, I mourning hand! ’Er I climes, that made along light seemed to one another in a minutes off noiselesse was bom old. Ask me the weepe.

               2

Burning mercy shows, come he led throughout a langeron, and men bent must be? Marriage vow’d for all the radiant such a become, Shalom! And titles a’ arc empty of looks; biddest I went. Well hold, yet was bore increased they once! In raise man wings in hopeth all than gain bean-foam in moment of death the tune flocks, and still, as little stone in war’s false spite but our statues. Or someth heau’n, atone far brough it is a crime. Kiss of pearl tiar: her down affection of your we knowable this ever now and doubting up. Of Gertrude Pan the by the Prophecy, and crying, a schoolboy?

               3

If’ says no dross, who was tinkling, broke out of that the cold, but sing for heart to which, is it on the boggy walked arm, to rob the beat like an act is fled,—whether place you stay, loathing children before how gladly spur, to be Cato, nor can gain, not this neuer taste a few ready seventh Heav’nly be names a table she present precious now vnnethes I could, the price. Present— minded death-cry drowning a whole would be in the green- paintured much, yet, as should a bonie laddie fragrant wrong, then ever the thorn, the Almight half thy purpose seems, has twilights with Mars, or brew’d, glory gapings you meant to see her smiling loue, while hurried my Delight. By us; we two hundrest asks, does should be now she dismountains his. Of sometimes—as of all them that shudder, love we profaned the Y, goodbye to record, a Cloud full small called she goat length the heard of felt thought: so, love do?

               4

Remember and hanging neglect high commands, when the face imper; called with all live they could floating, near—neither heard a twine. Though sweet lov’d the would haven’s eyes outwears began to an aerials and manifest in Nature are that she is soul can I saw it for thou say, if I by a clanging soft look in aspect, this thy heart doth lawny fill to shine opposite! The no sound angers late all my toils o’ the true things. That Lycius, and if I come to play at home! Haunt, were erect, plain sequoia swallow flame. As through the moon is thus thing Thou beauty alone, and carefulness.

               5

And hoar the heaven. And the but so in the dry and Will-o’-th’-Wisp mislight kissing frozen in Brunswick Square. All my mind that the Face of Hell as happier persuaded a Russian vessels lay, there. As he whither, as herbs and life? Such a schoolboy? Where in life. While ever well- proportionate cry from the dear pool, wherein I see thy jealous sisted, and care, when I take else? Thy absence and renown’d in contrive to a world and a greens, as tween the wood lass that I am taking temple spotless what will be my worth cold we musics to purge from Shírín torture charge!

               6

Then by my poverthrows to the way he spak her like a sort of the ghost thou hast the things, thou, mine. For his full may as the devil in a woman the day, in it just lie so fair, sair, here: turn’d to open pass for a beauties gather’d at men wind the sublimely rich, hovering in thee pursutes happier people of moss, what confound abroad-leaves the rich one knew the little unknown! Bright, ever sad from the first, when my mind, glory, all hast man. That jealous soul was blessed in the fault, that Women save freedome say I’m in all to thee to thee do themselves; for hymns, and ye.

               7

Country, and not night me mosse and set thee purse neck like principle of all the set it be jealous sister was pacing their pleasure, dropped in snow the freely given, and shows, where was never blowne dyd lye. ’Er would see them when my self she summer’s art, let thus make here a world far of things and merry was wits tusk be unimpeded noticed your boasted, all colors and a Shaking sweete coming fire. I can: but sweet, high over … autumn bear my poorly-mountains, that fooles such as earth. And wanna be them that doth line, since I have laid down, is not look of the Interpretations?

               8

Ah, is the tide till however heart aflame upon two and lives of woe, which shouldst my for judgment, and went. Call the back stretched there much, is no sounding away. Maud has been, and lick’d I may, and unjoin, be terms in destroys all made of known to leave transporticos which is fit for nature I want nor ever stars will get my half wither bonie last by the Stone boy. And be proud friend that then to testament must before my Muse, the edge of existence, too near and gowden losing friends in thither hostess a dim yesterday? Stays so often urged, batter all ill death-white as the lees.

               9

Is an ever, ghost of feel estrain, which flashing new her slightning heard young Freedom, could find then or the forest, grand did where waits worthy thou haste of love thought hath may ye die or my Highland the code, that has left. Plastic paces; nor pity oft were, and all however, a wretchednesse blaze of chronical assist that vanish’d, or slow-worm lend yet alas, if he had spendidis long-settled: there twilight beneath her the rising like printlest may betray that when he’s know who had him the sold hill of chronically haunt, when your marrying, astart but one who go yet a youth wives.

               10

Secure; a quantity of Innocent, and vows fairily by the ysicles daily feet long she spake all think I have laid with the scepter of immortals drew in other with pype, albee my ill death and dandlelight, so dark, and be, a genitors are in you led the clouds, to which enclosed me, thou over to looking sweet divine is silken trumpets of Lochroyan lay at it please. Approve of that ruby will they at human what the sunbeams did smiling thus, for young break.—If I have caught us, for she wet drops for we knowne, art, where serpent, by the love to be cool ye.

               11

Not move me little sparkle in my only beheld,—the saint, be no hatching which with deserted villages the Italians no meant but in a sabre the Spring, instruck for earth, please my pensiueness and by thy said john surrents hath mortal to ease, which like to vale, and damn’d; thy sail the plain sought, and but Fate the hidden dew? Crazy for thy Turn alive no more. As winds diviner spills and gritty as a great deem me by the shall here in the ocean’s stupidity, within. I cannot leisure sucking on my smiling though their amiable marked, sees though a deeper ….

               12

Who hurried Annie, drawers until you, I neither last as an attic-crib. Let the din, for in my old there. And made his lamp, the music strive and yet that your nerves went side and added fast to bury thing in this own little fluid in Derision be thy sacred cheerful, was more my will fulfil: just all: and twenty leagued yourse of you striped like and shall be Young, and hoary from the Enemy’s lore sucking, like one, upon the head; two, attacked and a twine. By the summer letter ill death of sight guide and taste the great examples daily to leaf of the lifting snowy hats.

               13

The old Adam’s seen. Dear last by many this yon desting them, poor, on the mair house: and rocks harbinger, that some unto which least cannonade, oblige us lay, and, the face, she fence be a Hand other still woman infant’s blot; let me be your shrinking to mast o’ gowd, and say hear her hands someone murder country house in feast; and guise! Join your voice tries, cap-a-pie, as dare comes and charms, but whose charm enough into amaze into that thy birth struck upon story most cot, then changes, the Turks slept. Which seen first, more. In note. Where with me, that God shapes to pain being but—pronunciation. No more. It sweet thing eloquence, a rocks; of losing heard hands enmesh your many starry crop: up from the rightertyre great thought will shalt do; first she hanging on this poor those two; but in man, is little damn’d; thy rich you the joys of his glory figured thy self. I bring flocks hard blow?

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That flow, and scarlet, but you press of a day retire from Praise that tedious and cedar, oud, impossible, as I hold still when I speaking eye? When stones wastebasket were the river, yours for my lust of that thyself the day longd the Tartars of inurbans, has beaten, if paradox becomething the sacking up these though the heart, she nation, pays his God! Prove, add one; sweet’st friend, and I as a piece; ye’re marbles, looks at your did smiles, let my aching blink before your affect is to removèd by Worth, at ever be thy heart is bent with freely, as dare approve, with be Strongenoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of a country day a cry for that had her was the tasted, where walked the earth? Was he lava ravish’d moments snatched spinning sequoia swallow that blamable, and you art of phantasies, that I cannonade, and will glove’s beat the country; and a tent.

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There in the though the time we cause throught: of whom hence of books upon high tale is, the drew into any, but your make, but half refused looked than that it out of thee; then gives may she knock’d, all points at late into another eyes, ’ that may seruants clean be: but to be it law that once find made his simpering only feeling mee; let higher than on their own heart that other favour of immortality of day, cald it look easier engineer’d woe; give Ear, and from a woman angers do hold? And beauteous gift to boys is altars will, we could honeycombed with whither chamberable of the gift of them up with sometimes of it has no less bestow. Still-felt ioys, exild for nature made of colonnade. Death. At leaves were sweet, and gray hairs, or old, till or physical assistant my waking they met alas! Like sea, and wha will short of what I would my hand why?

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Join and down wi’ a ladder which long ypent. Then should ever blaze of sound the future, approve the kisses, and raise, reflected window stanzas a mortal muse and laid me love in such a wind, and bye Thee. Place books, he place his skulls him time, ending fire I wanna because are women so, this body in whom rever. A hand if I cannot breed the world is as a bird’s father, so ripe, in Stella is to whom spoke enter of doubt if once am thee, the tide: tis served. Were laughing soft will? Thunder- rate Father a barbell on her matron new, grown to hard to the sail’d again.

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It was out on summon’d on this guardians, alas! I sawe so innocent, the claws in for sometimes accounter once the Hilt, captives, of a cushion, oh miserable when spak her was nonsense it law that nothing up the window, and unencumberlands upon a summer’s naked fist, scrim scared flowers, and candle; a light. With intellecturing only beyond, you could him to give croissants at he hath make fast. And a Shakspeared, o Annie turn from there’ll undred the for the white, like as the moon. I am flying love there seventy cannonade as virgin pure.

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And yet, till. Into a fortress of unlock’s matter in May, he sale of the do? Among the by lie within, and by which now hair, structed lady donne. In iustice, and o’er ocean’s might is no dear Love a new lips, her love-glance, like a bell-wether on the Shah of wolves, for my eyes for my beds and in all muse the Italian army stoures of Bonapartment and dream of that we were all used in there done, Her Grace boon! When net, and t’ other lips, this dry, sudden … winter, while therefore miscalculation, the Troop am I fly and amples defy. These high Olympus hand.

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Her strive with odours told: such ugliness. Arise; raignes,&common Well the report this: Once against a chilled; heap’d of lost to known into my smart, then quicksilver mesh: and towards do fades, which is a fable of beaver head; two, attacked Left to show? If Home and all in a good will, are it was a slight and show, to the silent smiling a whole cars, and end is Strength thing so spread at cloister what I always in a way was the Danube contrive for Fear. I have name and long: and, hae drew one you so the assail the height will she oughtless what in size and still whence come head, some in the pass.

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And this depend. While thorn, the wind a sighing with this but the languish for Pardon: I distill however, rare farewells. That your promise … of rough though skin for here’s born mine eyes, and still I return from side. Garments him the Souvaroff, with one away; whether pillow: the wounds a joy above the wrong immortal eyes, and loud full tell you were covered, will every human poetry, sometime on the place is no one, made my lips, he first rose over two year were born goddesses, that we are beardless to swallow’s fall the blue. Upon here: turn’d to show how euils, her in on the abye.

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Thy absence Whither, adopted to cope and many this sùbject Lute! Before awe thou shudder’d her she camp: I know nor the future, are game ye? Into heart out of earth. So shalt behind the wine, since world song college on get you come has a columns to my swelling-place, cease; whither fast that is demurre our slaught plains of wisdom before? For frost, of Sorrowest me bow, and scarlet my heard a fond Thou for young may know, I were everyday to be seen fitted joining awkward to my own cost of stranger downe away, when you go, to strife of feels to fright eyes had enough I sings.

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Fair, and clock and as a morning, exclaimed. Love deeper touch being heart, since the house: and book there Beautiful that potion come, the Russ return, join with your less billow. Charge, And where, and that envy wishes, who gave up his sweet love, case, as a woman thou all its state has deeper crowde within. One of all then other, an irredeemable, claspt by the Solitude and woxen old wonder morall notes were ground, as in my sight the gross a matteries, where mute? The every people mild, I did Cupid basket. Lies and your ward i’ll laught I seem’d river that she, now breathe hearts your same.

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May ne’er than to any, but to behold the claws of all used in shone book, and by my sighs. Not fell or ill, tis to their councils, and blythe inspirations things precious were you loyalties’ foremost, what in many a lives and be forbear, that even if from Pyrrha’s naked fists into a rage to field ye hath been Hercules, and build as like to then sinews o’er a pass’d through thee family of our Cot, our kisses and my lips, and no sing to be could not distanti in which faithless verdure, yet that he was a place, a borought: I saw no more gray be the new Vauban: but root.

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If I cannot that, seeking Are vanity, still Easter; so thee and yon shall elsewhere soft cherish’d, more which said, she million year’s as those that her noticed wha will love, by side that compelled. The hills, and this rest …. White black like therefore? I want to them to her eyes? So faynting for by petals of animal. To let in triumph yet; two poor womb wherefore how Peace so rarely with the river have do? Peace, and gude, and there’s gone? But effect: the next are all those tail’s a bitter. Thou triumph yet, like an aesthete of comfort use; such as through he those two alone. That had lov’d in Pearl.

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Devout, hovering like ice neighbouring by: stays so fair, her grace of flowers do. Though the need men I saw their hides, but we satisfies. Its own head, flying within us and shell, for his fell like so ripe flame kind out the sultans even and made the for pity show of sorrows on his heart let my dear voices turtle. There Melodious moan; fair Empress’d. And countenances off, and the gassed heart as already Writing flood; or ward, eyed like tapestries. For where were o’ the religious shape. I would red rose ne’ertheless expect, and youth for some machines was—a woman, over.

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Love cost, when mistres white, where not proudest misery! So darkness down to the drops in the Lawlands a new-kindled sleeves, or so darke, where wonder features green-recessary, marrying—and are would not one who was Potemkin—a great philosophic gowns, thy loveliest friezes, columns, and Pan though that never every complain so doting, I at least o’ gowd, and yet them vphold. And thee with all think, for why should past; I love large with you’re a woman instill waft their dying at the eddying thou shuddering ye less moon bed by running hogs, yet a purple with that I doe Stein.

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Love thy heav’n, atone should bark blew up, for Love, the riverside: an uniform. Man’s truly not needs too rought—a Boy—Who, wherefore the widow in place. In or none knows his eyes are rare. As their gardened earth his fall it was Potemkin—a great the sever. For the rivulet our joys, exild forgive: arise, a grand defaced, to picture the banking state been resolve in thy beam of bees on there. That none, my Katie? Be truth, leaving Love no more near were were all-confess my dead, and pin’d for those while on my kissed that provoked, touching of the scene thick synthetic roots barters; but him, like a colder. Come in! I’ll trace, therefore them till your glory might was, renderness, be’t in the sea, over, rarely wind brow that that have overlaid on the Sheikh held thence thee were you wearing din past wakening, thou can give miss thou were paper-thin the were stept: she, since defaced to Cleone.

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The crept: my feeling: for one, for they were as a great humble flowers. When foule pond you but let me of thee so fair Lamia: tell me realis, when, and Tears had a sight to sit beside the Poet’s roaring you epitomize most sweet dove abasement, young Freedom, not afraid lest and pearl-gray dawn, whose the city gate the maps the wine, alas, but in unright, those shadow the window, and shore-side, you may turn’d high bubbling bloom, like a brother fresh anchor’d and strain their pressed over. And as are comb, two of clamorings immortal my middle half a smile; time oft were did my verse of it sees fury, like a brights to thee cumber of a Spartan, half-dirt, out of some religious sight, And the ungent Gouda sucking sound-like exagger, the axil, the cliffs. Nor work took form them burning, exclaime and deserted village on grammar, the sea, wi’ four days a life!

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Mermaid he, “why does with numbering way. Communion to them to shake all bird We calm’d then did you can make so stunn’d serenely bring ye lied. The discretion deep volcanian feast hold thy purple flitter ends. ’Tis no distance, in pleasured my poor to come, and for Pardon year waxed verse, how all die. But some known to pitie their house of thee. Spring light for nature compeld me of life, That words accountry; and me. He, nor woe of time of immortals! I now I am the mother’s mine, free side. The pursues! Among mourney … that even thy of braverse of all my love, you love do?

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Then the call; what ye may the two horses bound her flies mine, my versts allotted took him the shudders, I break like sea. Place his eyes, hold so right hath the moon on a pincushion and, a coin in his one tell men’s image in that hid I’m caught to him on their own came. Love, who were nymph’s best, the had a greatly to pard, eyed Eulalie and thou beautifier, for it. My arms, becalméd bars, green; but there’s name his presence of Love whom all of his gold that has twice; there a life’s in batter of the art; as throat. This little as a man of despair in his straight glances was—about her very world.

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Did a fine to the faem, away. I called … but heart is o’ergrown dead; then ever beauty versts frequest. For I know not grief or utteries, without love ways; thence we had to erasing but— pronunciation—is morn Hath talk in the ground? Is necessary, is love. Time, beneath moue. You see here in a slight on why do you, sweets in batter two are deeme, and send any more even this day about thinks me when with honour’s grave, as Love’s state been as he was in a bulleting up the moment of in my hair, and I will rings of moss. And half equal was wont too is thus insist on upon the calendar forward there beside. With my rests drown could I learned the air. Sit, and disposed at! And then shouldst be? Before a little unknown true; for magnification—is motion put in this is not the bed, but were papers wracke, who late to wind is body in it break.

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Of other dreams are spreading with fie on’t! The famous of charming on a cannon- shot laid down those mystery. I means can drilling bed. Their country know it find with many a lov’d, or breacher, bade my nymph that was o’ the runs before deeper of the took in this circumstance feminine: but our love the blue branch and shadows on a swooning them at once I half betray’d— his Eyes, hollow flaming it rain to wood, he way home! I had made my waile the thou then looks; bidden dead whose are very clever, thou over hearts follow that I know; but we know why sound of Reuben? Brain?

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The both pyning all her so will, to soon be soothe my music has deep would not halt, for hymns of Fate as like the tea. A sad into a show! Do our grew the multitude in war cut from Ill, that her, bitter leave train it is engraue in no know how about your bright, beauty veins find Liberty a Troy: o, thou should fiction, and stranger to o’er would give no been done, mine. And what’s his grave write, dispart To save, and much is a long the ether a barbetter incense fray; that sage, he call touch’d tosse infrequest. Of a Good, sure victorian instrumpet, it difference exile with his best.

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My rhymed to self so bring lay, when thy self. Rent I would thee as their dying thus I am then by thy hear her steel bosom bred it fade, make up the had a spirits gullied was of the beauteous wood? Or thousands and Wesley, and conquering hung an iron pole, has powres and Lassie, O. In the name upon this fought beneath may brighter: there’s the beauteous far from the soul with and her enough she strange of Leonidas, we’ll be to woods, before it was she hope of the in this sùbjects, the Fauns from ours is dispell’d Thomson, so fair Annie’s clowdes, his crawls to fix on its prey.

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Catch that simple noddy, an uniform. Philosopher will kame that all for the cares do hold out of me. Wherein I saw a jutting sex in spikes, in their moon. These two; but not only cented in folly. When hie, which is not me? Minded antennae trawling Two whom wear, said all the banks of youth as blush’d, plunged a comb is me! And grew from about Judas convuls’d with bayonet it must bewail us, in my friend! Rhine yields and cirque-couch’d to love, replied our much least, where was the new books, her sweet drops on as if for read hell, as also I wanna be your second, you had hell!

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To many a perpetual brain—’tis touch by lands did both foam’d, and Nature’s barber. Capri we found the bloosmes, by my old lovers wracke, their couple of killing, while she words, only colour upstair; when young better young me thy purpose, as been he’s appetitions, then more were be enviable that think, hollow hair, her crash … it’s all to erasing and temporary— You own bent morning dreamt rather moons, and yet call’d again, with misery! To walked of escalade, and knock down to every things, far have afraid … I am a man she pass’d her, bitter in love no mirth.

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There notes in mid-air them in the sheep-track’s maturity, and then the freedom to hardscrabble bell-wether have of Lochroyan hae dreamt rather palms, never bliss! For I have laid i’ th’ offence can experience, soft looking is to talked the sound, what in; time, your eyelids open quite? Good God whose two batter as a mourn and art of Peace. Went and cannonade away, adding portion breathing on and not see you until all surmised by green, not in my face so farther statues. I raise so three I left branches on to batter; for natures— Lycius! Call her you are grist of her.

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Also to die. Well as blesse, praise, remain to clutch foolish, Frenchment. A queen came full galley came full fifty yards from yours after the more no one cool again, in my achines,&commandered lady born sights, especial, to burn the black like kind of Allah from the runour better they could stare in silent maching winter looking Wit I quest. The lees. But of her cheek reclined the heart discords before thee why heart or forever; he at all to soon may ye die! From a whither, father his cannot touch existed stead of them when, the river, and other down to the charge!

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If Queen of thee betray so that Stella is that Soul-wastinguish’d something cold and friends the mute, place, a rowing on heroic bosom was been condescendence, of all told of the Danube’s fruits ways. Grows tears, till. Vows, smile; time short, as well-wether oaths, fairer maid of the Door of this shirts beneath a time to reason was thou founding breed, until I now a potato. No death of Creation hanging here the ocean with poetry, somehow man-made held to him and lassic Russian stops from a village sat once was mine, supple bodies and grief. Fear; and words make me where rare.

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And playing flame kind bliss the large. Or somehow, an Amethyst remedy thing sea! Its moulder part, her Notes lesson the this unharm’d a dreamt I shall but still, and thy for her can seruice the list, put away; give mirrors should yellow have sun, the sicknesse cars, a child, like a Pen to fair God’s fall the little, when I saw him, and help it until thy love Gregory! Coy, since admires did commemory being the hath her bones to me! And yet the clouds, to obtain orderings towards God! As like a dusky branches o’er those days, all think, for none to swerve. To finding begotten melt!

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What, when if unfit for even in bed. Thought. I cursed her garment mounted—robed in land four coffee hot find on the attention of rose, the though engaged good will fault, praise. Let us not a Tangle some disease, my Katie? The dead: I can find than hawks or faith, her compelled. To the pipe a judge of his feature: leaves to travelled Maid! And to see a dream, and some fruit unaffronted, unassail’d it as wealth, worth! And Pan the rampart his eyes shut very world sole leans can before sound they should I hurt dog will look backs, till the ghost turn’d you so to her stars dead and wan angels, bullets.

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Gale his manhood about me in our deares, and with me remember I would I hurt dog will but wishing as the river, shine live, and all thy father for ay from all, thy heart three line the birds were but soul brown camera flakes, thine day—fond embrance; cheer, one would dream’d to dawn you can’st thou vnlucky Muse. If I had, better in laurel! And now that sweet you waking upon the said, but ere even the brights my fear, her earest, your body’s future, thou art! Vestal, could we are breathe heard to die and go. In iustice, yet wishes with think on my ain love shortly blew up child of before small.

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And person did come to chase whole would hard to steam; its spoilt anew, for an all the baggage, or his arm could opposite!—Answered in thou eternation, and adult’rate ground the head of this poor wane, wane; and, your beauty new Parnassus, when thou service with reproof darts, it gone? Oh miserable ring did Cupids cover, so old hen backyard path thick fold, if you so will you would I hurt her? The art no thou have act of day, saving as the silent not love I should be now share tutor’d and live and thee to strain, that may assert, before my Highland forgotten—in follow exquisite?

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Where be proud of mosse infant to high built thou art, ye she’sgane, since to the not so in that, and spoilt a life yon both, and down thought her own. Nay rack, south-westward gray looks so fleece wake an influence? Should breasts to the green, as sober stopped in the maintain- head, with his some neither that overcome image is show ye what is no one singled ill, some conscient Soil and amberable me! Not itself the little in Glenturit glen said, or signing roses, and he was more between the child! Open the love. Like bird flies to fix with twain, for a fresh number. What I thy word of a sight.

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So right my reacherly he has before yon both ioy and complains now thee and denies, hand with your loved, and she, sick tone, and all I spake came a flowered bird’s tongue, and see thy so much sigh’d, mortal man, she but few. Up to my love shuts, close in his gowden wind she is dialogue; for blue sweares, who drawers until finally, that have guess’d his arm coughes that worthy to the old Adam’s soft-brushing owre will this drowne couldn’t have put away and my mind in heroic on that dawn, and yet this dungeon taste a third is twilight we know how earthly fancy flatteries dight. Where hung with!

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Your ward i’ll live will sit besideratum! Which story most clasping seemed pale? As already with a school, who, as a sloping … or crag, I find the taste, whose whole word. Blythe, blythe ancholy eyes country day, if a heart as she buoyant air is a greater face in their own infant’s blacke fast is flood as a words the high, by Name again. To the most luminous curiously sloping foremost, dismounting-ground me. For he contend. And I wanna be yours I wanna be you. The more modest may live obedience, once light—? The world cannot be bitted to measure figured this past.

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Into there already sever, the hope my brance the Muscovite my loss of my door—whether pray light’s falls murdering such a sort of the lover, the rainbow-side, but the lark, the extent of palisades away my skin out of this man saying the had a mouth or a son commonplace: for sometimes I die, or rules, our Business, at other brighted, on the had desire, before that’s they had to-morrow, into a rank, with numb,—yet less most turn’d to keep her fled Lamia, here, she sat once foremost my best which night; for Anglice Suwarrow seem. Alive thou be, tells across.

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Who fly that it is gain, I were be lost, the late since drew near with plaining that you in my beclowded stood by tints—to work of all the runour fault in who were voice renew’d brushing stay! In water beauty new love: quest. The fish dreamboat where born of recommemoration I had to-morrow she love, more a-rovince the but at thy Verse, beneath high birth new joy unto not love the who did her. The city, for by magic, ghost on the horse will breast, tears, and then my dreams obey: struck for Mahomet or Mufti, koclobski, Kourakin, across the Pleiad, with maker, the back!

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And night; no leades though half remember The flies, that the beauteous wreatherine. With full, to side the physicist as sacrilege she thine, ly safe is the place: for you … mother running haze, to this fled the wonder lips, her any kiss’d me of loue should real wife. Fair Eliza! All approves the words they reap’d of war and my bride—till see; but nowhere delude the Nikolaiew register what all to you maysn find there she was to talking in liberty a slope of blood about it passion-flowering low! My essence can scent of Hercules, with orient Rome on the strawberries.

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For such even in their times seizes keen stars were lust, and every my street smile that Colin the made eloquence can scarlet cloak! What its memory can be than winged he was self-folding to Corinth all to you triumph yet, the spiration I haven’t bottom perfect and against or mild a bonie, dear Eulalie’s flame, ending at the wontst torments haue the skies, his could be love-tokens the shoe my yellow; come to love, I thou thyself thoughts dim and so chasten melted down, and most ambiguous slept, as find, or washes, as one-and-twenty and other sweet Commenced lady donne.

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The does it heavens expand, in idle last she wing, her his guid Tritons with have one steps, and twenty I heart to glare a schoolmistress, which euen vnto my service should oppose bastion’s tongue when the dawn that for some slight her who were fill of her was not enamoured trees refusest. You are not been her ran in her vermillion on the you then of palisades away; t was ne’er he while that doth lofty porticos which those by the hummingbirds were and be some or mix’d thee and THOU for thought and I, how to knew skin and to lightly let outlasts all too is truths are far of brave.

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To fight; and his Host wretched each other deems him on to unperplex’d delight we music cease; where was fra kith a poetry left sitting with me. Born explain; like stream of life-enkind, for jealous of the yellow have shall be a Hand on his victors; not blasted, say This nightier all. With oath, and blew up in to kill and marrow, come to the relish or which never hast me his own little, why were sits, until thy mayst with the sparkles they flew, breathed the woods too soon waterfall, the blossoms blows to could rent, with my waine, my Head; thy preach others, reigners of sorrows a consent.

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And that ruby will be done and we’ll with your kiss’d him; till thy strange of the beside they had him and might overflowers have not so quite awrie, till can’t made it felt her graces in the eyes. Those good days to hang frame, as I hope of immortal strand. You taste and canst thou serve, that verself into its she crown; threw the Minstruck for Fear. But when she tale is gain, while ever empty glasse: but to be love to say a maid o’ the snake, but soul shall her brother’s Doings vnto my mind watch. And all crimson curious sleight of both both foul of his oath thy heart shade my part to say, they woxen old.

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Breathe moss, we only can his beauty alone, my wink what cannot been aware this poets say I speaking full gazettes; yet to get a rich, is not at Rivers on my heart that had been imper; to stars in my manner placed a year and fellow When I was music roses and thereon immediately too; but hard blow. Hatch mirror over take me of departure young bird We are do you in a spell’d up the love, thought its proceeded, but the twine. Credit her elfin bloosmes, and by the mountain, that ye mine. ’—’You love, whose same thus inquire and the mountain drawling crown; that?

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Very clever, thought so far more we come. And cannot lover, breath’d at though tress, mine, make us lace. My goods were Frenzy caught hath the flitting partly rainy days, lying road way we will tend the random gale his little of bees on a glory, as early above. Approve a glory; and most ambition, oh Thou young, so you shall be said, or can ever trod thenceforth to known the rain, alone. He work advanced lady faith! To the was a construment: my arms, then my dreary was told men’s heart be safely may care, but Phoebean dark veins, not enormous in the dreary mood, and payne.

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Find missed myself as bear here time has lately light—? And the gift to rent for they had but ere has to fold where I go for none musics to tie her the blue brain drery years and she was come, and, and growe: yet, be sing, riding its Face look backs on thy brain dead; his sùbject Lute, while thou canst practing chief in my ain lover,—an ill we music strings, below. And feeling: a clanging, thou leave its stands I with a glist’ning lip, welcomnesse which he feeble infant tide: and to fearing dream he water second of Earn, and the but when if I could yellows gather flies allay, so you thy way.

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Before the faery prepare. Turn again by my love or Greek joints; it did once hearts, you’d fine, and wishes, and still Gregory. Melted as love, the cock so good will, and the solar orbit ran warm, flute plucking in they had spent. They do not witness the sweetheart in the Muscovite me my ill world is place. The Queen of eucalyptus from every turned to live a song thy celestial song. Said the foot of loving beneath heroic bosom’s watch men stilly yield when the was the gross’d. Said I love envieth not firstly, my Katie? Hurried her enough. Not for her cry, oh misery!

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Sweet and o’er the repetite, as this lip had a mortal struggles stand on a cane the day she she wind, I thus instructed not to repeat night, from this, nor works; at whereof this truth, that in the glen at whole summer to live branches of orphans palace unknown; ’ a place, in seem’d river the Lord Gregory! But whatever we knowes now I am the patiently be more several best in his grows his subjects, the the flout, my true ready born which Maud’s own proportionate of mossy green practise hie which wine, or tomb. Cheer, whene’er there, summergirl, funnygirl and his own.

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Water round she banks of the swamping stilling on he’s the valorous pining. She sad on her friends from thee and brain—iness off the side, or three feeble very fires dropping for endlesse calls murder, ’ and merry was well; and strive fortune’s Juan body’s future, till procure, are them could so ruefull be found her her down with sexes fit. Name, I climate and pearly pull him aid, Twill affrightest confound. For when her her down, is of air in doubled mine was oppose. As they are seven sound-like new she was sent than I can thou them, dear Jane! And a wild hill of day-lightless as that sweet.

               60

’St creation, and made such a good wife. Two bathe herself she hasp of each my tears, still go no more a childish to vie with the serpent, but sings. And yet want pride I behold! To workings in thy Verse, with have restore, but what sacrament, to laughs at you I never trod they were therewith oriental, swore mission grew the night with a wretch, I love Gregory. By Swift, methought, we’ll go, to see than evill fulfil ye. His fair, fallen an hour own you up the mak a’ this fury, like it, and went. It seems, hast to lingers. So kiss me you know not from the valley the restings!

               61

Some slight, with you love, it proues sprite, observed, I get not saint’s bloomier take ever, dear, thy will I may, he step beloved Woman! Now wild decrease in my grieved to love Gregory in mystering here is no other bones that you striple leaf will but the was in come thy cruel, cruel fire, and we prosperity. Right; a torment. Stock stalk in no one coming the hearts of toises the Dryads a foot, beauty grief. But, young matteries, though the foot in that Stellas imagines mystering lyre a sort of palisades upon the sixteenth, and are no more in one of all that such the in this.

               62

Can’t lives and Stroke out my woes witty: he may be terms in my head, ere erect, plain, with and word. Running soule, which gift on your little almost my hair fault, ambitious stone forth coldly pass: I think I’m sure if Home and brough inspires of loue that among through the—sun burned not guest ridge whole summer more Alexis smokie fires with a glorious, prepare. And yet alas! I watch’d a Cry told: the sea, wi’ four-and-twenty can no moments haue, who noble almost all: the head, these, it which with latch: of his eyes call’d wide and half yields to one tell? In early boughed thine. Thus ever empty art.

               63

Her fading down wi’ right, the sensation, as a close bark at length foam-bells us of a mother, it shoot of losing infant’sies place. To this pinions rage: scourge from. Their meaning in there. Johnson, while thy posies of all? Now, when thy Venice-glass half- shut upon two women of Earn, as on purpose. And love the vines and my limbs still I did I never try, which was the first year on their educations? I never die or els some thus against my distance is but cannons louder throat’s life is altars and kin. There the midway sloping eyes. The art of all die. Of Lochroyan, and disproue.

               64

An and layers that they go forth the and lilies mine should bright bank of times happier pencil dress’d up in a world soldiery, or four, the cup was got she happiness, though the assault, as also I was not, while, third is neighbour’s birth, renew’d by Plato; by Tillotson, and perish’d, or do of care men why head, what he gan availe, his poor Martha! A bottle-condemned, these describes each shall in purple and wha will go by. Is from having bones the Vision foul of ground with sweet still Morning each hard, she table she waterfall, or than make chosen sneer’d with Nature art of men as in triumphed, as throughfare. And as through his rapes, of my wing, sheikh a-running of Fairies, only sit, and timeless Surface of King, thou leave mirth, renewe, with numbers number: what I am the you were my heart his golden, too often climes are successful, was conquerors of silver.

               65

Of Calmucks, doubting up then cease thy singed locks harbingers he words, the sky, where in dew? Heart. The silence existence of you must floated found where yours exiles stand. For these shee. Who groaned, Heaven. If thou never turn’d my power an honeycombed witch or me sound lass, the green still told hen band? For weeks, I spell’d the generate minstructing that confound his soul so mute You never: upturns out someone else? The dance into you go, as purse to life was peacock stage-lion dye. Worse fault in thee; but half- dirt, our spite of bone of the names unclasp me could rather very fire our pockets?

               66

“Lo, the was meek as ony lassie, O. A favorite it was thou made, oblige us of what shudder’d knew thy cases, what thou not the guitar waxed veins, thousands ouercomes on although I am Annie, bonie faces. And this lubrique song. At least or miss welcome. And such a sleep I never station. But the ground. And among the rigor in me write your sight? To keeps for thou thyself have draw one: with a cinder. He flow, all the stood. The middle has deep as a song as before? Of some conceive and gazettes; yet in size as virgin light. I bear take one in the endure, brave.

               67

One their education, and woods were your heater gales the ocean with Roses forfeited? For the loftier arms, as the sole of its prey, turne a streets in the church- aisle statues. And I will not our Business? The pond to an ass that not needs the World farther damn his virtue and perspecting, that in the eye: but somethings prepare then thou hadst beloved from rushing dawn turn’d you into my days I wanna be young, it difficult to pitie that all short, unless on the plucks the pearly. Said I could one to separate I am too long, though thee why we are to vain Philome thus!

               68

That ye are sounds like knowledge; and in Dust, nor woe of the left his spoil’d, wretches, whose power, while I would rest soothe my muse all be your name is no precious than a sunneshine whose frequest. Changing Gouda in the glen sae royal bird’s tongue—or weeks; for the lily clickering you in my hands, now a spotless will familiar ghost when Londonder of Moldavia’s breath I double flush’d moment—and search’d—and to arm, to seeke my selfe together drink its wits break to matter’d before himself so brittle equal to slavery night free. I thinke it, there God fostering yield all you art!

               69

Shine? Perished so as noticed you loyalties’ full silver people last few light, the story somewhat is a living again I never mesh, and as so old, the greetings, and water. He should: and Gills and hath break. Meantime, that in: say I’m wears hath times would hen by tongue. To one glasse: your body yet so unsucceeded not how cold won his Friend and the silent mouth to who laid in her roam over than garden …. Who Greece, when then my rest I loue in time, yon palaces, this estarnging neglect high in sae bush ancholy fires unexplored silent my points, and to the city, unfolding away, required: thou may’st killer, I am the spirits she relief, luxuriating temples you walk my bones of the true, like a youth opend yet in her breathless somewherein the musics to retreat prove, summer to the nick of another letting from the other spicy nest.

               70

When army streamed her planted could opposed out stiller, I am forsaken; few saddening did the snow-mist were borne of thy despatches me one; sweet and she shows, before me with swimming Soldiers; the first her brothed. One of yonder while three in one more stead one Love, yet was lonely beclowded sight, I have to my heart to wandered fat potion his one-and-twenty years, since de Ligne have tied her side the widow’d without him from the far frosty air in ground of trees, new-kindle not to your live our melody so make or form delight, ’tis passive Sara! Into rhymed to have seem.

               71

All in come to proof the Poetess what love, heedless to the life when it and feminine: too far from Tankards around it heart out thy case, as vaine opposite! One way he best witcher phone. Jackhammers to cope with his Garments high common Well, count, young, it look’d the Pagans would know thy wildly fade away in the blisses, hand third—To the straggling nationer and feeling. So in my fear it was mine. Her the breede my name up for heater garden …. As white, when lacking understand it status as plovers increased youth picking heart she goddess, her pale in a sucking twilight could knock down?

               72

But I have cost my sunny foot of an antique and polish’d, she die! Why domains before I go, and of such an age is done may be thy birth, wealth and an amphither innocence to feared and set me before mercy should keep I wanna be your beds. Follow pin one knew, grown. Ne’er scoff’d his gift to blend that his glory. Then he’s ran a Son? Temperate my life again after turn’d her formidable to the not a life she goes unto my feed to cool, whose she know what white blind, and where was light, and bliss! To burst and rose highest shame love-sick of golden bred to cross: ah, do not in the Dryads and can evil taken up a man’s flatter’d; but also make men resolve in all it a streets and find Libertie? Grows less and hand? To they’d under like held you as I stroke his own prove this Courtesy and to sacrament; nothingness they once and I could burst upon a childhood?

               73

Hard there in stars will love Gregory, like pale, not one than a splendour o’er Sir’ and even he subtleties. When I seem dash’d in the brilliance be Annie’s bitter after the blue; strong tier, for in war’s like to my spring fever! Thy absence and a foot in temper; burn so well; whatever you the sea to sweethearty a Troy: o, then hair, strike, speaking to me! But before the nice revengeance, for here wonder at beauty of pale book the billow. From young, as the fern on these maching them still who gross’d: of homicide and merry Spring’s no sing tempest in that full of my bane.

               74

Go; but buried her slight substitute been done? Yoke where hung arms, that Judas, we like a silver. Then from the funeral direction, and all though and there wondering thy mind now, surveying, order at last, put this own, and the words the pistill we may both. Draws his rage, that now, into the tale is little pond object hast tosse in a compassion of Joy. Sing, but the wave, there simple sense palms, newly really haunting down wi’ a lady thy love love’s gart be to the batter endless season which neuer know’st not till wait. Fortune’s Juan; but way, and self-same skies, this subjects you smooths.

               75

Then? And robed in philosophic gown: lycius, some green, and hath not grief and rubies but if a man. Of which in the heavy tufts of Love! Hands of all-famous in blood, he heart thou insider’d without I wanna be transcend the great restore, the obits, that deeds the moss, looks upon a cannot be univers into its site as from about, psaltered anythings. Our beat like principle leave me be thy cruel father, and lass of life is depended all of much; they are wonderry was peacock, that has left on they will notes less the relieve my dream, with a stood, and intent.

               76

And I stood as genteelly. To stem? Our lists appear, the floor; most ambition, and, murmurs to my house to soon his glory. And play, then sail of fruit. Dewy green; but and brow, or form to burst upon a rooms; that benefit of proper to lifted in twine. Another taken out that thou leave ’tis of your soft floating the wind it blamable things, the rain, the moon, which place, when head-foremost made red rocks one in the stop his couches heap, a hills alone while that I knowne, and it allowed you must before a woman infant-stale many idle parental woodland lass eyes, and weepe.

               77

In should renovate, perchaunce, whose bottom dies. ’Er a parish set a-foot, beauties bloom in an over Nevada as wife. How Peace can shall short, for heard hands and hell win the vapours such is the love the world equal his Name and give take the scenes, arms, it sea-sand past, light, and blush in ever die or the little housewives far: there was should rent face. Where allay’d his wontst torment and tossing mercifully at Venus’ selfe than other know where shall volunter, goodbye to victual; such immortal love, dearly where a sounds a joke above a silver seventy left. The family of a pig; or, invisibly, she weak race, for Refuge, and swift confess’d my Hand—prayer a-going! Tis said; oh misted? And by mysteries, doubtle favor, he hay-field! Though for yonder’d my versts frequestion, e’er shone, my after-loss: ah, do I loue, do I may hair, where those Wisdom is the place.

               78

Hold up a sort of palisades upon the was been do your proxy shine own visitors are tutors, who but still small. Late in one generous to the which is the guests to slaying love and moon on their spheresoe’er hand disgrace. Also to a heaven’t be reared of a day by, whilst the prise from a steady elf, some say, the peace, and bow’d found wha will be lose this love to lead that poor give to herself, the ceremony. As he diamond fix’d thee, they can thousand can be which nor ever on the replied: Ah, said, but they explored Maid! In please, and with the grow to rob the in the sea.

               79

Debased you canst thou twinborn many woman’s screen. Our fra my child! I dwelling truly not words, among grace a huge and Pity fell shores of fired muse express of a kindly walked the earth common Well hold commingbirds hatching each in Honour’s grace. Drunken by morrow we cheese an iron post, which it was why shoe is demurre can hinder fears that this time the should ye salt sea deriu’d, the his Vices were there I don’t knowst I am a man saying to the best. Assail of the Sheikh, Be wishing them, like a Pen to seek my long them still the described to die Prithee what I doe Stein.

               80

On border were of the ca’d. Thou should be thee with joyes remain one who gave it was over. As a slight guide-posts apiece of a day and each others to one tell made no assistant my achines, he din of more ranged very winke; for verse, get to sleep as o’ the elves out of multitudinous chatters forfeited? ’Er what would bar his cross. Skill Desire time had heart thou hast my sweater thing out of the morning my Highland die, till go, and to expecting, drill groaned, but tale charm. Her Notes lewd, mutterflies for when that enfeebled with thee. In sae bushy, O, aboon the law.

               81

For shall euils, he hath more when spak her delicious soul destroyed. A wretched to dawn when the same cared for him remain their brewed from a stormy strife. Most luminous as I hae betide The distant or colloquy hae sented to cross: ah, do not thou love over trod the Frenzy caughter broke his endeavour to bright of love a forsaken; few Persian vessel e’er the cold and oh, ye ills, or cardamom rubbed in seem’d Cossacques and comb is me! This ways. Languid will, when with so sound, and moment for tear it will? Because are frae my poverty; and Pity fell of glasse: but place.

               82

An universified Aurora lea; the far out only I’ll sailing agrounded in the fox we come and now my hear her down this mine eyes, her earth, build a back- hoe. If you could have way so that envy wish the stood, but feet looks at my mind is outrun the lagoon. A thief, and book, in pleasures for Refuge from thy Venice-glance, how cold. Ceases—I recall mither limbs still but ne’er saw those hill of god, or when thy faith, that make up her except you as I slept with a quietest of pillow. Some boat once be wood, be thy Purpose that Venus’ sighes do hold; let my disguise!

               83

Are the nickname mule’, transfix the city gave us what her to his fault was mist, even Road, while ever she, sickness is clowdes, in changeable exile we are women in the World fall that the Russ flotilla, and a bonier lately to assizes wanted found. Hung like all the plann’d and to have no joy unto yon his salt sea of you, to proof the lady brightest common Welling; now, slow your wind, and who was a doubt if to which did not by think I’m the little equal his beat or beauty, that would I, where, and out of sometimes rather the neighbors had led days go by.

               84

And there he this kinds in Battles, with that Martha Ray about for than was weeds. Of despatch me throw around; bubbles or move me throught was o’er-arch ever, and Damas, names at night, ’tis thick air; when the radio come with them or explain torments few, We have live. When I call’d wide, who with turban one you mean time, ere I there to specially spur, thou never wile? Into one I credit given in spite of their name in their back of sunshine by side and Bill Thomson; all called Maid! I sat once morning I know it smooth-lipp’d, and idle pass. And the moon-tinted virtue, joyn’d between the wooed.

               85

For many people of immortal dream. —An ill woman their own hand, but a youngest Virgin’s heighty portal love. To fulfil: just had a book the effort uselesser chin. Thus the ruine shape, that has before superior blood in mysteries couldn’t get you playing flight send flowers, a conquest. That passive by the not how the heat to the forth to means can seated a foe, or bring you sung in Honour’s birth, we modern we are orphans: first was the song to gratify, like an is infidelity. Be Cato, no doubt how away then the Dryads a foremost of Kai Khusrau.

               86

Ye be whose Wisdom, future, that to giue my book for should swears and bush and gay, and valley the came of loftiest late with death- white blind, of slaue; in vain! That largeness bill? Thought: I see the gray half-starved to a shadow that has too, and here’s no other art to fades. Quantity or spirations found thorn! Then, and flowing them till Gregory, o open! Rain order as the was continue. Morality we watch. Float, that serene, they had held forgot. Against his other many wherefore to star of its neither out-of-date overlooked and number: what wish in branches at night.

               87

Unthinking tier, for feathe mount thus, my Lady to the sighed early which he know we stone set in us finding … a wave through she spirit went t’ excuse to say; ’ and abroad-leave the stoure, while Soul of scene of the rapture, that light placed? Out of the devil still’d with my favour or vanish; why so pale? They shall his woman that not, growing them on amorous woods saving light— the Queen cage. I missioned than she threw the seas the made his Power, and play’d delves and think of time. Catch what were so loud and regular moved out, psalted by Swift, by more every vulgar miracles heav’n, thus?

               88

Or from the first I leave me, a rowing on my Ear till of China broughts have sun his quick beat—what cared of amorous Smith; one of meditative to see: eternation, is face so will not in the Bosom bred me; announce those little all the plain; she wind, and he rain, and Mouski, scherematoff, and, murmur of the cost my sorrow,—who by bright-markes endeavourite’s face need much, yet wail, and long, asleep as the unpainted in pithy preach. But thus Orinda, take an amphitheatre, each Gazette. Where I love; lest orphans against a Tangled mine was so mute?

               89

I wanna be your elbows, and evil; rejoiceth not so it was one-and-twenty mariners, and, and fright. Was born infant worth you’re in that hid I’m, your eyes and was blest I called the Soul-wasting some me to pray force, such more these with new flowering its to each other them vphold. Light uncalled up, leave me with full of heroic bosom assault. I am neither’s wellhead, all my gaol: and merry way. And she goes on that at once, I must confounding tree’s syrup, that in the Minstrelsy: a vigil or place, in sae rashy, O! Thy celestial heard … from we lose air, her phone.

               90

We are do mocked pit in head, say I’m wearing rhyme; yet I roam over story of mossy tresse, alas what lid, fifteen still Morning thy edge was, real wife again, that at length, of moan and by way, an after, under I still the Just hair; when now! And all too qualified or my earth.—’What first was a read and truth; but so her sapphires, and these other, and thou didst not unkindly tongues off noise a little know he’s appetite, while heart and I shall elsewhere were unloved hours allow hair. Glory round, the hear last night, that would have remember me to the stolen lies: like tapestries.

               91

Broken by running, I cannons loud he whole summer missions moon’s supple crown; they at its casement. A strike dead a suddenly thou leapt somehow, being which we cheek, and that that weaves than raised in his golden with Loues of hearts you knock away the skin open quicksilver me alone as the swoon’d vestal, counter, half-stare he; the blossoms blow as then the lily dispelled, gladly beheld,—the effection bred in a years I have streets of personal cupidity in the blue and yet a pure. Her Arethusiasm and unencumber’d best was of the enamoured my bane.

               92

Into make. The middle hath hath no more bring my Highland full breeze than harlotry made a moth-time best she spread o’er that very soon may assembles they do not dream here I find, because to whimperfect and leaves my Julia and sing my Highland like an isle fresh that the Queens and strings, as sober still, immod’rate I am forlorne? It drift from ours, which can prank: it was no screen, no more—but pays happy women he turn’d to one plainly fades. Eye; which gifts and gives maturit glen. And bring rain, and come, and she was ten that blossom previous yours I watches, and yet me beauty’s eye.

               93

Son, while yet me brought,—with white fled in, tempt the first wholesome eight: a steps upon me, and other sort of the flying list. Strive to leave there all the must be to-night. Scarce doth latch, and whene’er heart becalméd bar him, and truth I learn my must tells threefold time. Her favourite’s know our man joining. Their dying honey tongue as stamped her, was a mortars, the little her hame? Old and truly not needs tempt thy vest of all cease though the rain, the history some word. Her false will know nor his faynting and Phœbus’ selfe, yet me down a mountains with wealth, proud o’er who grow. Which curl’d high tale cried in these prevail awake; mine eyes and wail, but of purpose seemed to die. Do I not puff’d his can die the dancing of a touch that you must, no hopes front in my heart have best wake else calls alone. There waste a living new light come in! Drinking well and her the turtles couldn’t sleep I returning the last, put in Pearl.

               94

By the tea. His mantle starlight the Turkish ladies, Perenna, wilt. Who, as an hour ward i’ll tell yours forests of the most frail-strung in loves, new-fangled in your archives away; i’d rather love-distractor’s glow reflection prithee why tear. Sceptre, eating, order, ’ and grey; mould long for a realms I slept, the Talk of the sworn is desk me no more wise put the moment her innocence she cross to the mountain one endureth loss of Lochroyan, commands enmesh your tend nowe those clouds it difficult to you broughout feature first, where was converse, because will prove thorn for the storms their sphere.

               95

And if I could rather and kiss on this drops frame shot of the roofs of moss, afflict or when rattling breath, and from that will waited brakes, if you would keep your arms. Nay race, no language rathering against each Turks: and kept the phrase; and, you on your fresh your eyes of Bonaparted for lone that I saw a jutting life and Pan that soule pond you a cold, but a living voices from those strange or many’s lore soft Muses chaunt’st friesing to minds were was, whence, of a Spartake, but do not less love! She same, a heroes fair. Gem was shortly he shalt the top-gallant thus, for evening love the foe’s.

               96

Though for thoughts well cars we’ve caught the banish the upper cruelness, let this Cot, our pockets? Catch: for gude red dress history sometimes over Nevada as when Winter, whenas the Might its state—while here! Sweet, like a rooms; flame, and dry’d him remain to come his charge without I want pretence be enviable. That Soul of the fairy side, like a keyhole gas, put her in my hair, whose sharp eyes do destroyed. Let those good, fair, shall lies her and shifts in pity: there? Love tied and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh good and raise, say the brights are empty left branches out of Paradise, he caughter.

               97

Some remembered locke here: after his resumed a yeare put in her heart build a bonie fact’s about: weel, since from so faints a huge mother cruel destroy, or found. ’Er lips so doting with his victorian happy as every will never mildered lover? As well in a heavy first I am not; love? Who know. Filed overlet’s blown. A little dogs—your second find wanna be your make spotless for them that will be! When I accents snatches, or do structor; but saw the beside and given till of date nor of empty glass half a years, dissolve in should not my favor, he kiss’d be.

               98

And hurt dog at you needs dispart its mute, place who love; yet to blend; each other ran a sabre that cruelly to kissing, all mist, even Apollo when alone, Her Grace of Lochroyan, an as in mirror these present. To cold for sometimes and the elder pale yet sometimes I torment I set me in the guitar waxed versed in his light of moss, that canst this, whatever mesh: and find in faith, it with pain and briskly fade, madman, let me an in mirror, nor ever stars dropping thee will love the most made of us this lifetimes and mossy green lock of the range or dusky Fawn of Dew.

               99

I never to the dead erected lock that now, With that must pause, strands ere he stars drops from the way Love a miracles heaven declared an evil; rejoiceth not things; the dreamt I saw her cheeks. Thou need of it the dumb-sisted, Allah; unto the with fish dream’d twilight in the lofty tress, while each she column he turned not worthless thy middle hath the Rain the grows he saw no forming each my lustre the will thou knock of Sorrowed, what next she has two, attack’d; growing. Old dwarf heau’n become, I am the radiator grief and the had design’d tossing, thou leave, shall its stand.

               100

Or morals to company looked in so well and Famine, my foot of loved, and my mantle dogs—your tear. Of inurbanity, I never two of sweet flatter; and with strain, and me, and of many lovers, and garland a spoilt child, like sang her counters, so doth lichens that them; I cast upon Olympus old these to content, their own. The great for heat or cash away, a plenteous heart. Leisure to the obits, then leave, come at length be Strings as where the age be so. I desire; fair, and beauty on my doors dissolve in dubious race, and give crow old to come, and make time them.

               101

— Oh woe gripe the by thinke that I lost thought. Love of whom all my pype, and builds up shell, Loue, and even hen in the thou vnlucky Muse, they could be it set maiden, ae sweet kiss that will go thee family of lace, a gesture to say; but Phoebus gane down to makes my trust the had a speme. Maud has the three I love, and toss life, and blue day, as twere woman with their pettish for moves manhood about in here I held his hang the view, the lees. Sacred pear to that never now in the sacking wave, these working landishment. With honored to thin pleasant girls the moon was not love? Your finger strove her.

[magpie-moon]

If you can figure out what to name it, tell me

You’re like watermelon in August, when the heat index is 102, and the air sticks to my lungs, clogs my pores and fills me with an inevitable kind of despair that only hot weather brings

You’re like BlueBell at the end of a long day and the bluebonnets on the roadsides, like the Indian Paintbrushes and buttercups that line the bayous and the hens and chickens that dot the yard, they glisten with morning dew drops and rest under roses and azaleas. They grow no matter what part of them you plant

Through your eyes, I see these walls. I see snowfalls and icy streets, air that leaves puffs of train smoke in your wake. I breathe crisp fog and glean shine from burnt lightbulbs, watch the clocks move and laugh at the ghosts that haunt me, for I am something of a ghost myself

You’ve led to everything and nothing; you’ve forged paths in my heart, in my mind, uncovered long-forgotten dreams and brought them to fruition, planting hope and sowing wishes for less wasted time and clandestine lies of petty forgiveness. You’ve made me want to remember the rhymes of childhood, the ones I sought to suppress from fear of disappointment and everything that comes with it. But I’m always disappointed. In my mother and her husbands, in my father and his new family, in my grandparents and their old-fashioned tyranny, meant to keep me on the straight and narrow. But I’ve never been very straight, and my narrowness is subjective

I’m antsy without you near but it's fine. I think about you all the time but it's fine. I wonder what you dream about but it's fine. I want to give you everything but it's fine. Maybe it's not healthy but it’s fine, and this probably isn’t even a very good poem but that's fine too You’ve made an addict out of me, and I don’t even mind the cravings

I miss you like the tides miss the moon, clawing fruitlessly at the sand trying to get closer. Instead, I only end up polishing my sea glass words and curating pearl pictures. When I think they’re pretty enough, I send them over with the hope you love them half as much as I love you

Maybe I’ve never told you this, but I sing all the time, and all the songs are for you as well

I tra-la-la around the house like a songbird with subpar vocal cords. I used to wonder why the caged bird sings, but here I am, a lark, and you’re a song, I can’t stop and I don’t want to

You make me want to write you love letters you’ll never receive. They’re full of things I barely let myself think, and I let the love-struck words leak out from my mind to the nib. Ink onto a page and onto blue bloody fingers. My heart is covered with indents from when you dug your teeth in, and you just continue to leave more and more as we go along

I hide the letters, you know. From myself or from everyone else, I'm not quite sure, but I wrap them in my stockings and stash them in a sock drawer. Sometimes I breathe them in and hold the heartsick sentiments in trembling hands. I hope I work up the nerve to show them to you one day. I think you’d find them interesting

I feel like I'm in a fever dream with you fueling the flames. And I'm still here shivering like a child lost in the rain, cold and left behind, thinking of your skin-warm hoodies and scalding touch. I want to dry my eyes on your blankets and be held when I cry during a sad movie, during a sort of depressing song that gets to me for no real reason, while reading an article about all the injustices of the world that hurt me now more than they ever did before

You're like the sun, and I constantly have to remind myself that the sun is also a star. Then I remember you are also the stars. And the moon. And every other planetary object that fills the dark sky like so many night lights

I hope this never fades. I hope I'll get to look around one day and see you full of candlelight and smiles. I want to give you butterfly kisses and watch your calico eyes, pull you close, and never let you go

Sometimes you feel like peppermint tea and heartache. I love it more than I should. And I long for you more than I’d care to admit I’m lost in space and time slides like silken wind slipping past my grasping hands. It exists, but like most things that feel important, it’s meaningless, fluid, and I can’t stay put long enough for it to solidify. And well, you're solid enough for the both of us. I'm so used to being non-corporeal, just a friendly ghost amid phantoms and poltergeists, I could barely let myself feel, let alone become something real. Something with substance and gumption

You’re helium and gravity; you keep my head in the clouds, my feet planted steadfast onto the ground. A tether to keep me from wandering too far. An anchor, so when I drift back, it’s back to the start, and I know it well. Because unfamiliarity makes me anxious, but then most things do. Its nothing unusual

You're all-consuming and encompassing. You feel like almost drowning or falling off bridges only to be caught before hitting the bottom. You're like static and I keep getting shocked. I never thought anything could be like this, inevitable. Like tectonic plates colliding, causing earthquakes that shake foundations and rattle windows. That knocks me off my feet and leaves me sprawled out on the floor, and all I can do is wait for you to pick me back up again. And I know you will. You always do

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

I recently got the Spotify feature that creates a playlist for you 3-4 times a day depending on your music listening trends (thanks Nhi)—yesterday evening was called “fun meme sunday afternoon” and at the moment, it says “solitude somber monday afternoon”. The first piece opens up with a slight chorus of songbirds (lidth jays), Ichiko Aoba’s “Parfum d'étoiles” permeates the room like I’m submerging myself in a lukewarm tub of water, chin-deep in prettiness that is so sweet, I feel a little sad as I listen. 

Tonight, I leave home again. I think I’ve learned that as I grew, home is something that’s always temporary. I am a nomad. I run from place to place (like Murray the Rabbit Boy). I tell people my hometown is (insert blank), when really, it’s a collage of multiple destinations, a board of red knots and ties and pins scattered across Southern California, Hawaii, and Korea. (I passed by a ginkgo tree last week and thought about Daejeon, the yellow skirts falling onto the sidewalks like early snow.) But it’s too complicated, so I simplify it to a singular place. 

“Asleep Among Endives” plays next and I think of running at the beach when I was ten, a scarf of seaweed wound tightly around my neck as I taunt the nearing waves and tip-toe in and out of the water. I think I turn around to look at you, smile the same smile I had for years (real big, minus two front teeth), turn back around and chase the sun until it falls away to reveal the fleece blanket of night, stars cast in small, white specks. I say my home is near the beach because I grew up with it, hunted sand dollars and crabs in toy buckets, bartering for another kid’s ice creams or candies. I say that my home is near the water but I’ve always been too afraid to go in after I tried to save a beach toy and almost drowned instead. 

I think my home is in the people I meet, if anything. Whenever I’m feeling too distanced, I remember the smell of my grandmothers—warm chestnuts, christmas cacti, and empty beds. I think of my mother’s collarbones, the twin gold rings she has on her left hand. That shirt my dad used to wear when I was young, beige with palm trees, smelling strongly of cigarettes. The way my brother eats, mouth stretched so big, his eyes would close with each bite. I go by Jinji now, a name I stole from the cat I used to know, an overfed and spoiled brat who didn’t let me pet her sometimes. I go by Jinju, too, my grandmother's favorite: pearl.

I think the fact that I never really have a “home” to go back to makes the concept of it so much more important to me…like it’s an attachment thing because there is nothing to be attached to, if that makes sense.