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yet another entry in the lapdog saga / these pythons sure can ball
#ball python#snake spotted#he was out for 2 minutes#glanced around#fell asleep#what a charmed life my Dandelion lives#bug eyes#acornposting#snacorn snosting
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for you, i would fall from grace
s. diluc overthinking whether he is worthy of you or not. cw. a little angst? maybe? also fluff. fem/afab reader. reader is not from mondstat, but it is never specified where she comes from. tw. mention of death (crepus). not proofread. wc. 0.9k a/n. idk what to say, i just had a thought and it ended up in this. i wrote this before i had to connect to my teaching training, so excuse any typos. credits. dividers by @/cafekitsune.
He was tainted.
The realization dawned on Diluc as slowly and certainly as the sun set every evening. He was tainted. His hands, the same hands he used to protect Mondstat from the Fatui, were stained in blood. He had always known, of course—there was not a day when he could forget that his own father’s blood had been spilled by his hands, even if he had done so out of mercy.
What was that saying Adelinde always said when he was a child?
Oh, right.
Hell is full of good intentions.
In any case, Diluc had never truly been the oblivious type. Not to his own faults and flaws, anyway. He was aware of his shortcomings, his mistakes. Perhaps that was what had pushed him to spend sleepless nights protecting the city. Whatever his reasoning, Diluc had always known that his actions would never wash the blood off his hands. He didn’t mind. He hadn’t minded. Not until you came along.
You came barreling into his life on an evening he remembered perfectly. If he had been any good at painting, perhaps he would have been able to replicate the crimson glow of the sunset that day. He would have been able to place each cloud perfectly in the sky, stained in shades of pink, orange, and purple. You came into his life laughing, an outlander visiting Mondstat for the first time—he had been fortunate enough not to have to leave his post at the Angel’s share, and instead spent the night refilling your drinks and snacks, listening to the stories of your travels.
Diluc had never been quite as chatty, and he had realized early that most people found him too broody and intimidating to even approach him. You did not. Whether it was the adrenaline of finally arriving at Mondstat or the dandelion wine working through your organism, you didn’t know. The only thing you knew was that you needed to speak, to ramble, and he had turned out to be a good listener.
That should have been the first sign, Diluc realized. He should have known at the moment that you would become more necessary to him than air—that he would feel an asphyxiating pain within his chest whenever you were away. He should have known, but who could have guessed that Master Diluc, the head of the Dawn Winery, the owner of Angel’s Share, would fall head over heels for a sweet thing like you?
You were sweet.
You were, in Kaeya’s words, full of joy.
“She’s good for you”, he had said, ignoring, as usual, the glare sent his way. “You need some sunshine.”
Sunshine. He had called you sunshine.
Diluc soon realized that, no matter how much he willed Kaeya to be wrong, he was not—you were sunshine incarnate. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear the sweetest wines he produced were all made when you were around. He might even swear that the longer you stayed, the less Fatui incidents he encountered. You were sunshine—you were his lucky charm.
But he was tainted.
He realized that as blinding as your light was, it seemed to dissolve his own darkness. The shadows that had grown within his heart melted whenever you wrapped your arms around him; your warmth trapped him in a golden cage he’d gladly stay. It dawned on him as you laid next to him in bed—your soft breathing, your chest rising and falling, one of your hands clutching the pillow, the other wrapped around his waist.
Your hands were clean, only ever tainted by the occasional tears of frustration. He feared, sometimes, that you’d be tainted by him whenever he held you in his arms. He lived in constant terror that you would realize what he actually was, that you’d see through his mask only to realize he was far too damaged for you… That he was far too consumed in darkness for a creature of light like you.
“Just go to sleep.”
Your voice, as if it were no more than a mermaid song, snapped him out of his musings. His amber eyes looked down at you, your frame curled up against his side. Your eyes fluttering open, just slightly, enough for you to glance at him, an amused smile on your lips. He still relished in how easy you made it seem—how contagious your smile was, pulling his into a curve without him willing his lips into it.
“I thought you were asleep,” He whispered back.
You closed your eyes, head softly nuzzling into his side. He could feel you taking a deep breath, as if trying to take all of his essence in. “How can I sleep knowing you’re overthinking again, hm?”
Harsh words whispered in the softest tone made Diluc chuckle amidst the darkness of your shared room, the vibration from his laughter resonating deep within your ribcage.
“Overthinking,” He repeated, almost musing.
You pulled on him, then, asking him quietly to close his eyes. Diluc merely smiled, allowing you to pull him wherever you wanted him, until he had transformed into a protective cocoon for you.
Maybe you were right.
He was overthinking—even if he were nothing but a moth attracted to your flame, you would not burn him. You were too gentle a burst of sunshine to ever dream of such a thing.
And he was far too powerless against you, no matter how blood-stained his hands were.
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#genshin impact#diluc#diluc ragnvindr#diluc x reader#diluc x you#diluc x fem!reader#diluc x y/n#natsu writes
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This is something my friend and I were discussing, but since neither of us watched the show and we just watched Ruth's clips because we love her 😅 I figured I would ask you.
How does Night Nurse's employment work in this universe? Is she a slave to Tamlyn Tomita's character? If she, at the end, said she didn't want to stay with the boys on Earth, would she get to make that choice?
As always this answer turned out longer that I expected🤦🏻😅 so TLDR; it's not clear how the employment works but the Night Nurse has to follow her superior's orders. Whether she can make her own choices depends on her origins and how Afterlife works but we don't have a definitive answer for either one of these questions yet. And I haven't read the comics so what I wrote are mostly speculations based on The Sandman and dbd TV shows.
Here's the long answer:
It is not clear how exactly Afterlife works. I would have said it's under Death of the Endless' supervision but the whole strict, bureaucratic theme of the office doesn't really match her vibes. It's clear that the people there, despite their power, do not have the freedom to do what they want. For example to get permission to go to Earth the Night Nurse had to have a specific location of the ghosts she wanted to retrieve. But does she have free will to disobey her orders? To answer this I have to make a detour first.
The Night Nurse works in the Lost and Found Department and her superior-Tamlyn Tomita's character-who is said to be very busy and has the number "002" on her office's door is in fact Niko. Niko was infected by dandelion sprites and was saved by dead boy detectives. As a result of her near death experience she could see the ghosts and became the dbd's friend. She had died just a few days ago protecting them.
So this powerful entity who according to her, could do anything she wanted was human once. The curious thing is that she didn't remember the boys, not until she saw her human name on their wall as one of the closed cases. So we can assume that all the other people in that department were also human once. A pair of twins that are mentioned as one of the closed cases can be further proof of that. The twins work under the Night Nurse could possibly be the same twins.
But why are these people working there? The Night Nurse mentions that death isn't an option available to her and technically she can live for eons. Maybe it is a place for the ones who can't actually find their afterlife? We see Niko dies but we never see her meeting Death or the blue light that comes with her. Instead we see Niko with the dandelion sprites in an igloo. This is probably the result of the polar bear lucky charm she had with her when she died but what that lucky charm did and why the sprites were there and how she aged or why she didn't remember the boys at first are all questions that we don't know the answer to.
All of this though can give of us some clues. Like wherever Niko went, time doesn't work the same and she could age. She somehow existed before she was born and died on Earth. So can the Night Nurse be one of the future cases the boys haven't helped yet? She has the ability to see people's traumas and when Crystal tries to see inside her head she sees a skeleton with lots baby hands inside her that terrifies her. I wouldn't be surprised if her human life is tied to sth traumatic involving children.
It is also interesting that one of her main interactions is with Kashi, someone in a terrible situation with no trauma, someone kind with no alterior motive that helps her sees and considers different ways to what is always been done. Free will and doing what one's like to do are also topics that are mentioned in relation to her character. So if there's a second season those are some of the themes that can be explored with her character.
But I think it also matters who the number one is Afterlife is. Dream of the Endless decided to give free will to his subjects. Whoever the number one is in Afterlife, is probably the one who has the last say in this.
#i skipped through some scenes to answer this and boy that's a great show#netflix is out of its mind for canceling it#in the good old days a show like this would get at least 4 seasons with 22 episodes#dbda#dead boy detectives#the night nurse#niko sasaki#messages#marril96
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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐊
Pairing: FEDRA!Javier Peña x firefly!reader
Genre: slice of life, smut, romance, angst, enemies to reluctant friends to lovers, TLOU AU, minors dni
Summary: Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest.
As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?
word count: 4.3k
chapter summary: new dynamics, new outlooks. the story comes to an end.
warnings: cock worship, oral (male receiving), ass play, anal sex, spit as lube, dirty talking
a/n: this is the last chapter of this series but there will be an epilogue coming very very soon. thank you to everyone who joined me on this journey and I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it xx
Railhead - The end of a railroad line where trains can be loaded and unloaded, often in a remote location.
You’re proud, to say the least. Looking back at the train, your chest swells with indescribable emotion. The outside might look rusty and dusty—something Javier was adamant about so no one would want to come take a closer look—but the inside was where your efforts truly shined. Through the windows, you catch a glimpse of the plants you potted in old cans you cut into two and one semi-intact clay pot. A fence surrounds the train, booby-trapped just in case someone lurks nearby.
Javier comes out and stands next to you, he’s chewing on a long-stemmed dandelion. His signature aviators nestled above his head.
“We fucking did it. An actual living place,” his shoulders raise slightly, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. “I can’t believe we actually did it without killing each other.”
You roll your eyes and come to stand in front of him. His eyes drop to your lips, then smoothly travel back up to meet your gaze. You smile playfully as you quickly pluck the dandelion from his lips, closing the distance, you slant your lips together. As always, he’s hungry. He cups your waist and pulls you flush against his body, slipping his tongue between your wanting lips. You groan loudly, your stomach doing somersaults as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. Every part of you is humming with delight.
But then Javier suddenly parts, and you’re left aching.
“Hey—”
“I got a surprise for you.”
You blink before answering, “A surprise?”
“Si,” he chirps quickly, brown eyes shining. He holds your hand and pulls you towards the entrance of the train. “Follow me, querida. I’m sure you’re going to appreciate it.”
“Hmmm we’ll see.” Javier sits you on the tattered couch and disappears into the makeshift bedroom—your shared bedroom. “How did you even manage to get me something?” you call out. “We literally go everywhere together.”
“I have my ways.” then he adds. “It’s handmade.”
Handmade?
He appears from the narrow threshold, he’s holding a small box, “Here,” he says, placing it on your lap. “Maybe you’ll complain less thanks to this.”
“Charming as always.”
You carefully lift the lid, a pair of intricately crafted insoles catches your eye. Javier watches you intently, his full attention making your heart stutter. The insoles, are fashioned from what seems to be a combination of salvaged leather and repurposed fabric.
“I—Insoles?” you gasp, tears prick the corner of your eyes. You lift your gaze and your brows furrow as you meet his. “I don’t remember mentioning I had shitty insoles.”
“You didn’t have to.”
The edges are neatly stitched with a weathered thread, showcasing the craftsmanship that went into it. You notice the tiny details, like irregular patterns and faded hues, hint at a past life.
Javier grins, leaning in as you inspect your gift. "I found an old leather jacket and some sturdy fabric in one of the abandoned buildings. Thought it might make your life a bit comfier. And hopefully—it’ll make my ears hurt less."
“Don’t ruin the moment, Javi.”
“I don’t want you crying. I can’t handle you crying.”
“Aw, big scary Fedra soldier afraid of some happy tears?”
“Didn’t say I was afraid,” his lips touch your forehead, you lean into the heat of them as he takes a seat next to you. “I just don’t enjoy being the person who put them there.”
“You do know what happy means right?”
He waves a hand, “Tears are tears, perla. I’d rather see you smile and laugh.”
Looking back down, you run your fingers over the textured surface. It’s soft, resilient. The insoles seem to mold to the contours of your hands, promising a snug fit when placed inside your old boots. The scent of worn leather and a hint of dust lingers.
"Try them on," Javier urges, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. He nudges you slightly with his shoulder.
“Alright alright. Just give me a second.”
You slip the handmade insoles into your shoes, a surprisingly pleasant sensation envelops your feet. You sigh pleasantly and your eyelids flutter.
“That good, huh?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Javier watches your reaction closely, "So, what do you think?"
"Handmade indeed," you muse, a soft smile breaking across your face. "You always find a way to make things special," quickly, you lean in, your kiss taking him by surprise. “Thank you, Javier.”
He holds you by the hip, hands gradually moving lower to your backside. A shudder runs up your spine, your breathing becoming short-paced.
“Say my name again.”
“Javier,” you repeat, a bit more breathily this time. He stands up, the sudden movement making your head spin. He’s not touching you anymore. Instead, he’s just staring at you, his eyes like charcoal.
“Again.”
“Javier.”
His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, he pushes you towards him, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. You inhale sharply.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he asks. “The couch or the bed?”
“B—Bed,” you stutter. When he clicks his tongue with disapproval, you say, “I want you to fuck me on the bed, Javier.”
“That’s my good little troublemaker. My sweet thorn.” Before releasing you, he keeps you still, his fingers digging into your neck. “Before I fuck you,” he groans. “I want you to suck my cock, baby. I want you to get it nice and wet, want you to fucking worship it. Understood?”
You nod in a daze. Javier smiles, a bit of softness showing in his irises. His hand dropping from your neck, he kneads the plump flesh of your ass. “Then I’m going to worship this gorgeous ass. Does that sound fair to you?”
You swallow thickly, not sure what to say when your head is swimming in deep arousal.
“Yes,” you whimper. “That sounds fair.”
The way to the ‘bedroom’ is a blur of quick kisses and rapid stripping; some part of you doesn’t want to remove your boots, you want to continue to appreciate the insoles he made for you, but sadly, you end up kicking them off.
“Lay down,” you say, taking back some of the control. While Javier pulls down his pants, you suck the skin above his collarbone, tracing the bone underneath with your tongue. A soft whimper reverberates in his throat, dragging your lips up, you kiss his bobbing Adam’s apple. “I haven’t even begun worshipping your cock and you’re already a mess?” You palm his erection, grinning at the way it twitches in your palm. “Are you going to come as soon as I wrap my lips around you, Javier?”
He grunts and grips your wrist, “Don’t start a war you can’t finish.”
You know the words are meant to be a lighthearted tease, but they affect you more than you anticipate. You look down at his scar, almost ashamed at the cruel past that ended up binding you two together.
He must’ve felt it because he lifts your chin, forcing your gaze back to him, “We’re not in a battle anymore,” he reminds you. “There are no wars. And even if there were any, I have no intention of joining when I’m desperately in love with you.”
Love.
He’s in love?
With you?
“I want to witness the beauty the world still has to offer. . . with you.”
Your eyes go wide, your pulse skyrocketing in your veins. Your chest heaves. Love. A feeling so foreign that you thought you’d never be on the receiving end. Love. An emotion so complex that sometimes it felt you were the only one capable of it. Love. The emotion Javier feels for you.
Love. The emotion you feel for Javier.
You don’t say it—mostly because you’ll get choked up if you do—but you do kiss him with every bit of emotion you feel towards him. You breathe him in. Inhale him. You feel his lashes on your skin as he closes his eyes, feel the thud of his heart against your own chest.
Love.
What an amazing thing it was.
And a cruel thing you were only able to find after the world ended.
“Get on the bed,” you say, softer this time. Javier complies, the bed creaking in protest at his weight. You strip down completely. Your underwear and bra left on the floor. You want to be bare. You want to be safe. And you are safe, with him you’ll always be.
“I love this pretty cock,” you mutter, kissing the side. The muscle in Javier’s jaw tenses, his teeth coming together. You lick up to the tip and wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around the ridge. Before he can get comfortable, you drag your lips back down, following the vein that throbs violently under your soft flesh, you take one of his testicles into your mouth. You suck on it slowly and release it, blowing a bit of air over the spit-slicked skin.
“Fuck,” he growls, hips jerking. “Fuck fuck fuck—That’s it baby, that’s it. . . Shit—”
Javier’s head falls back, his dark locks a mess above the white-ish pillowcase. You dip your tongue between the crease of them and flattening your tongue, you lick the underside of his cock. His breath comes in short, fast pants. You take him into your mouth, sucking him halfway until the tip touches the back of your throat. You feel your nipples tightening, your pussy soaked from pleasuring him. Javier cradles the back of your head for dear life, thrusting into your mouth with shallow thrusts. You let him. You’d let him ruin you, you’d let him tear you apart and stick you together again.
A series of moans and groans drop from his lips. Saliva trickles down his length, going down his thighs. Moaning around him, you grip the meat of his legs and push yourself down. He sinks into your throat desperately, his breath hitching when your throat convulses around him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pushing you off his cock. “I don’t want to come yet but your mouth is too damn tempting.” You look up to him with a grin, he reaches towards you, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “Next time I’ll fuck this pretty mouth so well you won’t be smiling about it.”
“I’ll hold you up to that, you know.”
“Good.”
Javier pulls the pillow under you while he guides you to all fours. Suddenly you’re feeling too exposed with your ass in the air. You chew the inside of your cheek and look down at the sheets. He flattens his palm above your spine, his hand moving all the way down, he stands on his knees right behind you, his cock wet and heavy above the swell of your ass.
“Just say the word and we’ll stop.”
“No, I. . . I want it, I’m just nervous because I’ve never actually. . .” you trail off, your cheeks flaring at the thought of speaking openly—which is hilarious when you think about it because this man has literally seen the worst of you. “I’ll tell you if I need to stop. Promise.”
Javier seems satisfied by your answer and playfully slaps your ass. You imagine him smiling, stoked to have you in a way that no one else has. He parts your cheeks, you hear the sound of his mouth as a string of saliva drips right onto your hole, Javier hums, and with a thumb, he smears it over. Your breath hitches. He hasn’t even done much, yet you’re already dizzy with the vicious way your heart beats in your chest.
Javier spits again, a pleasurable shudder crawls up your spine. Your nipples tighten. Goosebumps rising across your skin. He slowly pushes in a finger, he stops shortly after, examining the way your back tenses at the pressure. With his other hand, he caresses your spine. It’s soothing and you relax into his touch.
“Wish we had lube,” he murmurs. You hear the rustle of sheets as he moves. “But hopefully this’ll be enough to loosen you up, querida.”
His lips are nothing short of sin. You groan at the touch of his tongue, the velvet muscle swirling around you. He groans at your taste, pulls you closer by gripping your waist. You go willingly. Gathering spit in his mouth, he pushes, your body jolts as he wiggles his tongue inside.
His hand moves down to your clit, rubbing slow circles over the swollen nub. You feel your arousal growing, your body responding to his touch. You moan and squirm, unable to control yourself. It’s too much but also not enough all at the same time. He kisses where he’s been fucking you with his tongue and presses the same finger inside. This time it slides in with ease but he stops half-knuckle deep.
Your body tenses when he swipes over your clit again.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, mouth moving over the plump flesh of your ass.
"Amazing," you gasp, your body tingling with pleasure.
He moves his hand away from your clit and you whimper at the loss of his touch. But before you can protest, you feel him pulling out. Slightly turning, you see him licking his fingers, getting them wet. His hair is a mess, his beard thicker now that time has passed. Your heart swells and your lashes flutter. A beat later, your eyes meet. Javier makes a show up sucking his fingers, smiling around them.
“Are you enjoying the show?” he asks, pressing both fingers against your hole.
Instead of words, a choked-out sound drops from your lips. Your head falls back, your body arching as he pushes them deep.
"Relax, mi amor," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring. You wince at the stretch, but his spit makes it easier, and soon his fingers are sliding in and out of you, stretching you open.
Javier leans over you, his body covering yours. You feel his hard length against your back, and you know that he's just as turned on as you are. His fingers begin to move faster, scissoring and curling inside of you. He moans with you, precome dripping down your back and onto the sheets. Your body begs for more and more and more—
"Please," you gasp, meeting the thrust of his fingers. "I need you inside me, Javier."
“How can I ever say no when you beg so sweetly,” he rasps, chest heaving. “Mi dulce perla.”
He pulls his fingers out of you and you feel a sudden emptiness. But it's quickly replaced as he lines himself up with you and slowly begins to push into you. You gasp as he stretches you wide, he stops mid-thrust, waiting for you to adjust. Slack-jawed, you feel sweat beading at your temple. Javier finds your clit again, playing with it until you’re a soaking mess over his fingers, your body squeezing him tight. A loud groan trembles within his chest and he rocks forward, his cock filling you completely.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says, voice hoarse. “I could go on like this all day long—until the day I die.”
You want to quip back at him, maybe mention that there’s no way he can go that long, but you lack the ability to form sentences. An elongated groan slips past your lips instead and you swear he smiles, without even looking you can sense the mischievous smile curling at his pretty, plush lips.
Javier starts thrusting into you, slowly at first and then building up speed. His hands caress your body, over your back, and down your hips. You can hear the sound of his lower abdomen slapping against your ass, along with both your moans filling the air. His cock hits all the right spots inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You grip the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as he hammers into you, the wet sounds growing and growing with every move.
You feel a sudden intensity building within you, rising higher and higher with each thrust of Javier’s hips. He lets out a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounds into you harder. You can’t help but moan loudly You’re feeling overwhelmed but in the best way possible.
Javier leans down and whispers into your ear, “You look so fucking sexy like this, taking my cock in your ass. You enjoy it don’t you—my sweet filthy girl.”
His words, along with his cock pounding into your tight hole, send you over the edge and you come with a loud cry, your entire body trembling. Your clit throbs as your cunt squeezes around nothing, pulsing viciously as your orgasm is ripped away. You clench around him and Javier’s movements become erratic. Suddenly, he stills, his body tensing as he reaches his peak. You feel him release inside of you, filling you up as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging his orgasm. Your eyes roll and your lids flutter, your own release washing over you as you come undone with him. He stays buried inside, both of you panting and catching your breath, until he finally pulls out.
Javier collapses onto your back, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. You both lie there for a few moments, basking in the aftermath. He eventually pulls out of you and you move to lay on your side, feeling his spent trickling down the back of your thighs, you face each other.
He strokes your cheek gently, looking into your eyes with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter. “You were amazing, mi vida,” he says, still trying to catch his breath.
You smile back at him, “So were you,” you reply, running your fingers through his hair. “Though sadly, I don’t think we can do that again for a while. I’m going to be feeling it for days.”
Just as he opens his lips, a sudden chill settles over your sweat-slicked body and his eyes drop down to your naked body with worry. “Are you cold?”
“A bit,” you admit unwillingly. You slightly stir, attempting to reach for the blanket. “Winter is finally coming, huh?”
Javier leans in and kisses you softly, his lips moving against yours in a slow, loving dance. You feel a warmth spread through your body, then you feel it on the outside as he reaches down, grabbing the blanket for you.
“It is.”
“Is there a reason we’re outside in the middle of the night?” you grumble, hugging yourself, you follow Javier’s footsteps. “It’s fucking freezing.”
The crisp night clings to your skin, freezing everywhere it touches. You miss the heat of your shared bed, the heat of another body against yours. With narrowed eyes, you glare at the man who is not slowing his steps. Javier takes your hand into his own, forcing you to move faster. He’s been secretive ever since he woke you—and it was definitely not pleasurable to be waken up in the middle of the night, especially in this day and age.
“Javierrrrr,” you whine, throwing your head back. “It’s cold. . .”
“You’ll thank me, I promise.”
“Fine. I trust you,” you chew on your bottom lip and smile. “But mainly because you made me new insoles.”
He turns to you, eyes round and simply adorable, “Are they keeping you warm?”
“They are.”
The two of you continue your journey through the night, and as you walk, Javier's hand remains firmly clasped around yours. The crunch of leaves beneath your feet echoes in the quiet darkness, a lullaby that once again makes you wish you were in bed instead.
After what feels like an eternity, Javier leads you to a small clearing. Your eyes go wide when you notice the soft silver beams cascading onto the patch of ground underneath The air is still, and the world seems to hold its breath, the only sound being the faint rustle of leaves.
Your breath catches as you step into the open space, your hand slipping away from Javier’s. A field of flowers had bloomed in various shades, their slender stems standing proud. The delicate petals reflect the silvery light. They remind you of stars, their petals pointed instead of round like you’re accustomed to.
A gasp escapes your lips, and a radiant smile spreads across your face. Your head snaps to Javier, "What are these?" you ask.
Javier's gaze shifts from the flowers to you, and in that moment, the world fades away.
“I have no idea what they are,” he answers, finger moving over his bottom lip. “But they only bloom at night.”
Your heart swells, “They’re beautiful. Thank you”
He steps closer, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek. "Don’t mention it,” he brushes your lips together, the warmth of his breath making your melt into the earth. “Besides, they’re pale compared to you.”
“No need to charm me further,” you grin. “You already have me.”
“Do I now?”
“You do.”
As you share a tender kiss, the first snowflake falls. Then another. The world quiets down, and as you pull away, you notice the first snowflakes gently falling around you. Breaking away you both look at each other, then up to the sky.
It's here – winter has finally arrived.
Surprisingly, despite the cold, you've never felt warmer. In that simple kiss and under the falling snow, there's a magic that makes everything feel just right.
The day was warm, the sun bright. Small petals flew further away from the green grass, colorful flowers moving left and right with the soft caress of the wind. The grass tickled your bare ankles. You felt lucky to have found some regular shoes. If not you would have to wear your boots that made your feet feel like it was in a sauna. The lovely weather felt like a joke. It wasn’t the reality you lived in, just a mirage of the life before—though even then, it wasn’t quite perfect was it?
Your grip tightened around the straps of your bag. If you listened close enough you could hear the clatter of all the guns you were meant to smuggle in. The FEDRA was cruel in Kansas City. It was like the boogeyman stories but real.
You took a deep breath, your eyes scanning your surroundings one last time. It was like a spitting image of a Van Gogh painting. The world was still alive. It wasn’t infected, it didn’t know about the monsters that lurked on the surface.
Turning around, you continued to walk uphill, your chest starting to ache from both the heat and the constant walking.
Then you saw him.
A FEDRA soldier.
Your eyes momentarily went wide. He wasn’t looking at you, He was fidgeting, constantly looking around as if he was waiting for someone. Worry made a home in your gut. You didn’t think you had the strength in you to fight anyone off today. You just wanted to help the people and get rid of the weight of the guns.
The vest he wore looked like it dug uncomfortably into his chest, his rifle slung over his back, and pistol snug on his hip. You wondered if he would use either one on you—
Your eyes locked on one another.
Your breath halts in your chest, your heart ramming angrily and fearfully against its boney cage.
He raised a sole eyebrow, eyes narrowing. He was assessing you, trying to see how much of a threat you were.
“Who are you?” he asked and pulled out a cigarette pack from his back pocket. “You’ll get hurt if you wander around much, hermosa.”
You swallowed, “I—I’m just walking by,” you paid careful attention to make your voice sound meek and frightened. You lifted both your hands in surrender. “Please don’t shoot.”
He lit his cigarette and made no move toward his weapons. You eyed him nervously. FEDRA was not to be trusted.
“That wasn’t my question.”
“I just want a place to stay for the night. I was hoping to take refuge here for the night and leave first thing in the morning.”
The soldier looked through his lashes and he shielded the tiny flame with his hand. When the cigarette finally came to life, he took a deep breath then looked up to the sky.
“I really want to trust you. You have a kind face,” he said, sounding tired. “But your bag is making me doubt you.”
You froze, “Please. You can trust me.”
“And that’s all everyone needs during the end of times isn’t it?” he asked, not really wanting an answer. “Someone they can trust.”
He lowered his gaze, looking back at you, he sighed. His gaze lingered on you for an uncomfortable long amount. Your feet were glued to the soil, heat blossoming all over your skin. He had a kind face too. In another life, you might’ve even fallen for eyes.
The soldier suddenly blinked as if hitten by electricity, something he saw bothered him and you worried he saw right through you. Saw that you were a firefly, that you were carrying a shit ton of weapons. But he didn’t say anything.
“Go.”
“Go?”
He looked away, “Go before I change my mind. I have someone I need to meet anyway.”
So he was waiting for someone. Briefly, you wonder but quickly shrug the thoughts away. You had a mission.
You mumbled a thanks as you walked past him, your arms brushing in the process. As you left, you tried not to think about the electricity that circulated you, about the brown eyes and the tired look in them—
You tried not to fall for the possibility of a happy ending. Tried not to look for him when the chaos ensued, when Kathleen took over.
You tried.
And you failed. Miserably.
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Content during Jaehyun's and Doyoung's first solo album release:
Their contents have more in common than one might think. Jaehyun had to show his personality again to the world so he did a lot of variety where he could show off his charms. Doyoung explained how NCT is known for it's neo music so he had to go out there and show everyone what his style of music was and he did just that. It is true that Doyoung sang more but both had a similar number of variety content and there is not a very big difference. Also we do not know what content is going to be released after Jaehyun's trip to America.
My personal favorites were Inkigayo Caught on Cam (superstitions content) and Doyoung's fan chant guide for Little Light (Does it really count as promotional content? Hmm since it was released during the promotional period I'll count it as one). Both content showcased more of their own personality or atleast how I perceive them to be - Jaehyun as the clumsy nerd and Doyoung as the strict professor.
Both participated in festivals - Doyoung as a headliner for Lovesome Festival and Jaehyun as a guest of Lauv for Seoul Jazz Festival. Jaehyun appeared on Bibim-Pop with Dynamic Duo and Doyoung went on SBS Radio with Kiss of Life. Jaehyun shot 2 MV's which were featured on fashion magazines YouTube channel (Smoke - W Korea & Can't Get You - Esquire Korea) and Doyoung did 8 PM Concert with Vogue Korea. Both appeared on dingo story - Jaehyun read stories for 5 days and Doyoung met with a fan. NCT channel content: Jaehyun filmed ASMR content (one with talking and one without) and Doyoung was a guest & host on Muk2u. Jaehyun went on No Prepare hosted by Lee Youngji and Doyoung went on K Star Nextdoor hosted by Jonathan. Jaehyun shot a content pretending to be an English teacher with Car the Garden and Doyoung appeared as a college student on TIKTIK.
Singing + talking content: Jaehyun - Lee Mujin Service Doyoung - Today's Joo Woojae, Everyday is Thursday with Hyunah, Paul Kim's content*, HUP Karaoke, The Seasons with Zico *Doyoung does not sing but he does play 2 songs. (Technically Bibim-Pop & SBS Radio appearance can also be added here but I'm not doing it because they appear with other guests)
Singing content: 3 for Jaehyun : Smoke - it's Live, Can't Get You & Flamin' Hot Lemon - Mushroom Live 4 for Doyoung : Killing Time, House of Dingo (Band ver.), Rising Voice, Texted - all on Dingo Music channel
Unless I'm forgetting something, the only content that cannot be compared might be Jaehyun's Caught on Cam and Doyoung's appearance on Daechinso Live with Hanbin (ZB1) and Myung Jaehyun (BoyNextDoor).
Jaehyun shot MV for Dandelion & Roses and his highlight medley also had him singing in different sets. But Doyoung's highlight medley did feature his brother Gongmyung and he shot Live Clips for Beginning & Little Light. Both also had documentary style behind the scene videos of how they made the album.
I will never understand trends because I thought for sure the Lee Mujin Service episode with Jaehyun would hit 1 million views pretty quickly and it's getting there but the school content with Car the Garden got it way quicker. Also I'm not really a fan of ASMR content (I barely tolerated the Tingle interview with Doyoung and Jungwoo and I don't think I'll be watching Jaehyun's one) but why does that have more views than the second part of Journey of J? I underestimated the amount of people that like ASMR.
Off topic but if I stretch the truth a little bit, both dyed their hair blonde/platinum (idk what to call the colour) for their Fashion Week appearance after the release of their album. I know Doyoung did it for Walk and Jaehyun did it to twin(?) or maybe for the new MV he might have shot in LA.
Where do I sign in? I'm ready to be number 2 anti.
Thank you for the comparison. As of now, neo soloists are similar in their money worth (if we are comparing with Baekhyun and Taeyeon), so there is no incentive to treat and approach them differently. Everyone gets same budget and same kind of promotion (with individual tailoring within the brackets of time and possibilities). Especially TaeDoJae, who are at the top of popularity. It's not like 127 is "Suzy and the girls".
SM can't invest 300k and get -200k deficit. Even +100k is doing it for the arts and in hopes of future success, considering how much time and workforce is allocated to a single solo project. Therefore, with Jaehyun not earning money with concerts and paying off right away, he received even better treatment than Do if we are talking music business and believing in idea of an artist as a profitable investment, heh. (Jae should have covered the expenses with the sold albums, of course, but you know... there are still no additional money).
I don't understand ASMR either. I didn't watch that DoWoo programme, nor am I going to.
I think "the trends" depend on the target audience. And whether the content is entertainment or not. Look at the abysmal number of views for song recordings and even MV-behinds. You'd think fans would be interested to watch their favourtate artists actually creating something, listen to his thoughts, have a peak behind the scenes... nope. Jae's drinking show got many views right away.
Pff, No prepare ep. has 4,9mln views as of now, while "Smoke" MV is 3,6 mln... How do you become a soloist when you being drunk is more interesting to people than you acting and singing, heh. And then fans insisting that appearences on tv and yt variety shows oh so paramount to career. Did it really help Jaehyun... (well, he liked it, so it's OK).
Even if Jae dyed his hair for the second MV and because he will cut the bleached hair soon, it still counts as twinning (just two hares with one shot). There are numerous other hair colours that can wow people. Jaehyun is not Tae or Mark, he didn't use all his option yet. On the contrary, "to stand out" means to do something others don't do. So repeating a look, especially when your hairstylists are the same, was a deliberate move. Why didn't he colour his hair rose red, for example? (he tried in MV and I didn't notice untill the behind vlog, lmao)
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Diary of a Junebug
Golden petals floating on the Dandelion Pond like stars in the night sky
There’s something about dandelions that feel whimsical and carefree. Maybe it’s because of the whole making a wish and blowing the petals away thing most of us did as kids. When the breeze hits just right, the sight of the seeds flying away looks almost magical. Simple things like that often leave an impression on a child’s imagination that sticks with us for a long time.
Even though I’m no longer a child, I still like to believe that wishing on a dandelion can help make things a little better. Wishful thinking does help in some cases, and maybe that’s what helps you get through a hurdle, or at least puts you in the mindset to be able to give you that mental push you need to move forward. Sort of like planting a seed in hopes that it’ll take root - at least, that’s how I see it.
We’re out on a retreat in a nice little place called Dandelion Pond with some friends. The place was recommended by Tianna, a friend of Mindy, Marlo, and Cheyenne from their college days. Isabelle had her eye on that place for a while after hearing good things about it from Leif, so it’s been on our list of places to visit. The only problem is the timing as the place tends to get booked quickly because everyone wants to enjoy the dandelions, and off season isn’t an option because it’s closed. Finally, after about three years of waiting, we finally have an opportunity to visit thanks to Tianna and Mindy.
The Dandelion Pond is obviously the centerpiece, though the charming little cabins shouldn’t be overlooked either. They give such a cozy cottagecore vibe, which is totally my thing, adding to the whimsy the dandelions bring. I’ve taken so many pics of the dandelions and architecture for journaling inspiration, especially anything with a lovely floral design that I can easily replicate by drawing.
I think I could easily spend an entire day looking at nothing but dandelions without getting bored. Seriously, I’ve never seen so many in one place! It looks so soft and peaceful that I wanted to lie down in the fields - though it would be awkward with all the dandelion seeds in the air. They look magical floating in the sky, not so much when they’re stuck all over your hair and clothes.
Along with just having a chill time, this get together also serves as a long overdue reunion for Mindy, Marlo, Cheyenne, Tianna, and Art, Tianna’s childhood friend. Turns out this is the first time the four of them met up together since graduation, so they have a lot of catching up to do. Kinda fitting for a reunion to take place in a dandelion field.
Mindy’s doing well now that she’s settled into a routine and just living life again. Her daughter’s enjoying school and making a lot of new friends - Mindy says she’s quite the social butterfly. Now that she’s on summer break, her schedule’s a bit more free, though not for long as she’s starting a new job next month, which she’s looking forward to. I remember her saying that she was a bit hesitant to go back into the fashion business, which was why she decided to go back to school to expand her opportunities in case she wanted a change, so her new job is sort of like testing the waters as it’s related to fashion design, though more of a freelance thing instead of a corporate one.
Cheyenne and Tianna just finished a show that ran for three weeks, so instead of heading back home right away, they decided to hang around the area and do some sightseeing. Then Tianna got a message from Art saying that he was in the area, saw her performance, and wanted to meet up since they haven’t seen each other in years. They both grew up in the same city, left for college, and never returned, though they keep in touch often. As for how long since they last saw each other in person, Tianna said Art was roughly the same height as her and now he’s over half a foot taller, which is still throwing her off because she used to babysit this guy.
Tianna’s got an interesting upbringing, which led to her having mixed feelings regarding her hometown as her father’s kinda famous over there. It’s not really a secret or scandal like some journalists make it out to be, more like a combination of many factors as to why he never acknowledged her to the public. The first reason is obviously privacy as he’s sort of a celebrity - the rags to riches entrepreneur type - while her mother didn’t want that kind of life for herself or their daughter. Second is that while he is her father, he’s not much of a parent in the sense that he’s still like a kid himself. Tianna and her mother long accepted that, so it’s not a big deal as some people make it out to be. She sees him as more of a fun uncle, someone who can be a blast to hang out with once in a while, but that’s about it.
The city Tianna and Art grew up in is Ravenstad, which is home for many successful entrepreneurs behind super fancy luxury brands. Tianna’s father is known as The Whimsical Chocolatier, and according to her and Art, he really is like a fairy tale character. Along with being known for his chocolate that’s bound to leave you spellbound, he is also a legit warlock with a flair for the dramatic. In other words, his stage persona and true self are one and the same, which is why Tianna considers him a big child who will never grow up. Fun to be around, but also static, unchanging, and superficial.
As for how the whole thing became public, it was thanks to one of her father’s business rivals, who happens to be her grandfather in an unexpected turn of events, which then resulted in another media storm - but that’s another story, one that Tianna doesn’t really care for. Basically, before coming to Ravenstad, her parents met in Marchweg, which used to be the center of the chocolatier world decades ago. Her father came there with big dreams, except things didn’t pan out the way he expected over there, especially when a certain businessman was threatened by his presence. Then he met Tianna’s mother, who was later revealed to be the rival’s illegitimate daughter he refused to acknowledge, and he swept her off her feet.
So they were young and in love, with nothing but dreams to carry them away. However, Tianna’s mother was more of a realist, so while she did initally get carried away with her lover’s idealism, she also knew when it was time to wake up and face the music. That wake up call happened when she became pregnant just went his dream was really starting to take off. As much as she loved him, she also knew that their relationship wasn’t gonna hold up, especially since his family would inevitably come last in his priorities. Tianna says her mother made the right decision to step away from his spotlight. And in the long run, she believes the distance between them is the reason why she has a fairly good relationship with her father without resentment.
In fact, one common thread between Tianna and Art - and Cheyenne and Mindy too - is having a parent who ultimately prioritizes themselves over their own kids. It sucks, but some people just aren’t meant to be parents in the same way some people refuse to grow up and learn from their mistakes.
In Art’s case, it’s his father who’s the problem, which is why they haven’t spoken to each other since he left Ravenstad. To sum it up, his father’s the type who throws temper tantrums when things don’t go his way, often taking it out on his son. As a result, he applied to schools overseas to get as far away from him as possible, to which his father made a rude remark about him becoming a foreigner. While he’s open to a reconciliation, he knows it’ll never happen. Besides, after Tianna and her mother left, he has no reason to stick around, not in a home where he always felt unwelcome in. No use dwelling over shit he can’t control nor was even his responsibility in the first place.
Art ended up getting a generous scholarship in Sunyong where he’s now studying for his master’s. As for why he’s here in Brightstable, it’s for a research project that just wrapped up. Along with that research project, he’s been so busy with classes and moving to a new place, so now with all that out of the way, he has his first break in months. And what better way to spend that free time than to reunite with an old friend?
If they hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known that this was the first time they’ve seen each other in over a decade. There’s something special about those kinds of friendships where you can almost pick up where you left off, even when decades have passed. Now that they know that they live a couple hours away from each other, they’re making plans to visit and hopefully hang out more regularly.
Seeing Tianna and Art has made Mindy nostalgic for simpler times when she was with her two best friends. I’ve heard many stories of their escapades and shenanigans they would get into, usually because of Mindy’s psychic powers. Like most childhood friends, they all drifted away to the point where they’re now basically strangers. Last she heard, though it’s been years since then, Lise’s running a farm and raising a family while Eddie’s somewhere in the music industry.
As much as she sometimes wishes to go back to those days when life was less complicated, she knows that they’re long gone and the only way to go is forward. She’s had it rough with an unhappy marriage, an unfulfilling job, and deteriorating relationships with parents - really, what kept her going was her daughter. Like with Tianna and her father, Mindy came to accept that her parents are not the kind of people she could always rely on when the going gets tough.
She doesn’t think they’re bad people, though she finds them frustrating, especially as she got older and realized that life isn’t as black and white. At least her dad’s willing to work things out, though Mindy complains that he can be unserious at times. She doesn’t think he’s being intentionally insensitive, more like he just doesn’t like dealing with the hard stuff, so he just simply ignores it. The fact that he has the luxury to do that without consequences makes it even more infuriating. Carefree, but in a really superficial way - the toxic positivity type. Yeah, not the most reliable to turn to when you need a shoulder to lean on.
Her mother is another story, and all Mindy will say is that communication’s a two way street, not that meme of that guy talking to a brick wall. She wants to work things out with her, but she can’t do that until her mom’s willing to sit down and listen, which is apparently a tall order for her.
I think most of us have times when we wish we could go back to when things were a lot simpler, when we had less clutter taking up our minds. I don’t necessarily mean childhood or adolescence, more like times when life was generally uncomplicated and you weren’t as bogged down by as many burdens or responsibilities. Maybe ignorance can be bliss in certain situations where we’re too young or naive to fully realize the ramifications of something. But in my experience, those kinds of people who prefer to live in blissful ignorance have basically stunted themselves, holding on to that foolish idea that as long as they don’t grow and change, life will stay simple and uncomplicated for them.
Instead of being a flat, one dimensional person, I’d rather be like a dandelion scattering its seeds to the wind. To set myself free and allow myself to grow and change for the better. To learn from my mistakes and experiences and impart my wisdom to those who need some guidance. Never underestimate the effect of making a wish on a dandelion - it won’t solve all your problems, but it can make you feel a little lighter.
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ok here are some songs with lyric examples that I think represent certain pathologic characters (or at least make me associate the song with them)
sorry it took me a while to do lmao- you can tell i’m biased towards daniil (though I even threw in a song for georgiy for you!!!)
(woah you can totally tell I like björk and of monsters and men guys who did that-)
daniil dankovsky:
- obsession by ok go
a look so quick, a movement so slight, you could almost imagine it didn’t just happen. but everything will change, with just one look, one little glance. it’s not passing fascination, now. it’s obsession.
- hold on tight by aespa
situation critical, it’s heavy. a million blocks of obstacles, you help me see a different pov, (giving back all my) faith in a catastrophe (it’s alright). keep on moving, beat the system, autopilot, cruising. tunnel vision, victory, no losing. heaven knows it’s one hell of a ride. better hold on tight, better hold on tight, for your life.
- destroyer by of monsters and men
I want to be the king of my body and mind. gravity, let me go. before it bruises and blackens me and you, bury me in the glow. and I find sorrow in idle minds, and solace in being heard. (you better run, boy, run, but be afraid. cry, boy, cry, don’t play the game. gravity holds me down.)
artemy burakh:
- visitor by of monsters and men
let’s not make this complicated, I know you. last night I had the strangest dream that you knew me too. but you need to wake up, I can’t have you disappear. just like my parents' house, i’ve become a visitor.
- your bones by of monsters and men
awaken by the sound of a screaming owl, chasing leaves in the wind, going where we’ve never been. said goodbye to you, my friend, as the fire spread. all that’s left are your bones, that will soon sink like stones. so hold on. hold on to what we are, hold on to your heart.
georgiy kain:
- i’ve seen it all by björk
i’ve seen it all, I have seen the trees, I have seen the willow leaves, dancing in the breeze. (i’ve seen a man killed by his best friend, and lives that were over before they were spent). i’ve seen what I was and I know what i’ll be. i’ve seen it all, there is no more to see. — (what about china? have you seen the great wall?) all walls are great if the roof doesn’t fall.
peter stamatin:
- dandelion wine by gregory alan isakov
summer days were just a magazine, a magazine. cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline, so I can see ya soon. fall swooned, left me drunk in a field. dandelion wine for a year.
- hallucinogenics by matt maeson
pushing past the limit, trippin’ on hallucinogenics. my cigarette burnt my finger ‘cause I forgot I lit it. rippin’ with my sinners, ‘cause fuck it, man, I ain’t no beginner. and then I crawled back to the life that I said I wouldn’t live in.
eva yan:
- hidden place by björk
and the littlest of his movements. hides himself, invents a charm that makes him invisible, hides in the air. can I hide there, too? hide in the air of him? seek solace, sanctuary. in the hidden place, in a hidden place, we’ll stay in a hidden place.
- it’s not up to you by björk
I wake up and the day feels broken. I tilt my head, i’m trying to get an angle. ‘cause the evening i’ve always longed for could still happen. how do I master the perfect day? six glasses of water, seven phone calls. (if you leave it alone, it might just happen, anyway.) it’s not up to you (oh, it never really was), it’s not up to you (well, it never really was).
these are just some songs, it just took me a while to format it all hahaha. let me know what you think!!! maybe every once in a while I can add a few more or something!! you don’t have to listen to these but I thought you might find the lyrics or music interesting!! (still working on that response to the longer ask, promise!)
love, -🥀
I just clicked on the first song and ohmygodohmygod the vibes are fucking perfect.
Imma link the songs you mentioned below bc these are some good picks.
Daniil Dankovsky
Kinda imagining Daniil and Reader in a room filled with people, a professional setting, and you notice him glancing at you. The whole "A look so quick" sparks obsession at first sight rather than just love at first sight.
Adding this one to my personal playlist actually lemme just yoink it. Enemies to lovers energy.
Assigning the prickly prick who will doom us all a song called "Destroyer" is more amusing than it has any right to be. The lyrics are really fitting in some poetic irony
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Artemy Burakh
"Just like my parents' house, I've become a visitor." Ouch, my heart.
I'm adding this one to my playlist, too. It embodies yearning for what once was in a beautiful way. Mourning the future as well.
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Georgiy Kain
You included him for me? Just for me?? What a beautiful thing it is to even be remembered. I'm so touched <3 that's very thoughtful of you.
The song is absolutely perfect for my personal taste. It's my favourite one so far! I adore the mix of classical "musical like" instruments with the whispery vocals, the violin slow descend into madness, the greiving, the sparks of hope that fizzle out as sudden as they appear. The whispery voice becomes louder and louder as the song goes on. I love songs that tell a story, that use everything from the rhythm, beat, instruments and even pauses between each word to tell a tale.
I see your vision with the judge, It paints a morose scene of him going through memory lane one last time before the soul of his twin–Simon kain–completely takes over.
Reminiscing over his life, all the greateness, and what did it serve him now? All the things he has seen, the miracles he witnessed. Memories slip past his fingers like fine sand grains, he's losing what it means to be him, his brain doesn't beling to him anymore, the focus is ready, his time is up. The world slows down with courtesy, and his soul gives a final whimper before it's torn out of his flesh.
He goes out with one last scream.
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Peter Stamatin
It's calm, soothing even. Dandelion Wine, what a beautiful title. Fitting for the Twyrine. A facade that mends the soul, a slow poison that makes you feel whole.
I like how the song switches between the main vocalist singing alone and then with a chorus, only for them to disappear as quickly as they appeared. Peter is a renowned famous architect and yet spends most of his time alone confined to a single room, how his brother is his only friend, how the crowd never lasts long.
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Eva Yan
God the background chorus, the angelic high voices that follow her. The anxiety inducing beat reminds you of time running out, you're running out, and you're running.
"the evening I've always longed for could still happen" Hoping and waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and wa-
It's not up to her how the spindle of fate spins.
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Thank you for sharing this, genuinely. They fit the characters perfectly, from the melody to the lyrics and even distinct instruments at times. It's amazing how you could make connections out of two separate pieces of art that were never made for each other yet still compliment one another all the same.
I want to share my music with you too as well! When it comes to Pathologic, The seed by Aurora resonates with me the most.
I really enjoyed listening to them <3 take care of yourself. I'm still on a happiness high from you including the judge ngl.
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Ask Meme 1: 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 15 - Ask Meme 2: 4, 10, 16, 18, 20, 26 - Ask Meme 3: 15, 16, 17, 18, 10, 21
Ask Meme 1: 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 15
What did you dream about last night?
I dreamed about Sally (*blushes*) that we were dancing at a ball, and that we were both princesses. It was cute.
Do you feel more connected to the moon or the sun?
Good question, where Dandelion is my sun, I'm more of a moon person?
Have you ever wished on a shooting star? - death tw
countless of times, I wished my mother would get better, my father would safely return, that prince charming would swift me away from my stepmother and stepsisters. But sometimes wishes upon stars don't come true, and you get something better.
Do you believe in guardian angels?
I do.
What’s a smell that reminds you of home? - death tw
When my parents were still alive, it was the varnish they put on the furniture and old book pages. When I lived with my stepmother it was ash, and now I'm with Sally it's orange juice in the mornings.
Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.
Well, I got a girlfriend this year, which is the joy I've currently been feeling. @sallytheseamstress
Ask Meme 2: 4, 10, 16, 18, 20, 26
What is your dream? (And you don't have to answer this out loud but what steps can you take towards it?)
To work for Vogue, or dior.
What would you rather be doing right now?
Lazing around on my couch, but as a mother, you have a lot to do and so little time, especially as a single parent, luckily I have sally to help me when I have it rough.
A food you want to try?
Paella
What or who has had the biggest impact on your life?
My mother, she taught me to be courageous and kind no matter what.
At what age do you wish you could (even temporarily) return to with all of your knowledge intact?
I'd want to be ten again, and hold my mother one last time before she passed away, tell her everything will turn alright in the end. And that I'll make her proud one day.
Hum the first thing that comes to mind. What was it?
HMM HMMM HMM HMMMMMMMM
the story of us - taylor swift
Ask Meme 3: 15, 16, 17, 18, 10, 21
What kind of weather do you like the best?
snow, Dandelion was born on a snowy day, so therefore I like the snow.
Talk about something you love?
Well, it comes as no surprise that I love fashion, graduated as a fashion student in college, but my true passion lies in the design of shoes. Rather than suits and dresses.
What is something you are scared to do, but absolutely should?
enter the attic, it holds a piece of my darker past but it also would make for an ideal place for a play room for dandelion. I'm still divided if I want her up there.
Share with us a recipe?
Talk about something you are working on?
Why talk about it if i can just show you ;)
I've designed these for Elsa.
What are you currently reading? Give us a quote if you like?
Romancing mister Bridgerton
“His love hadn’t been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he’d reached this moment, and he suddenly knew.
He loved her."
Well I hope that answered all you wished to know about me - toodles
#death tw#sickness tw#[ASK MEME]#[MEME]#[ELLA FONTAINE]#[ELSABETH ARENDELLE]#[SALLY FINKELSTEIN]#[DANDELION FONTAINE]#[ELLA]#[ELSABETH]#[ELSA]#[SALLY]#[DANDELION]#[FROZEN]#[CINDERELLA]#[NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS]#[HAPPIESTPLACEHQ]#[BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOO BOUTIQUE]#[ANON]
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To Get Back What Was Lost.
[A/N: The Kaeya and Diluc apology we wanted. This is not a ship post. I see Kaeya and Diluc as brothers and had that in mind while writing this.]
Kaeya had not expected himself to be in this rather awkward situation. Being patched up by Diluc, sitting on a chair at Angel's Share. Even though the man currently tending to his injuries is the same man who once tried to take his life, the encasing silence and the tinge of familial affection felt like a long-lost comfort.
“Care to explain?” Diluc broke the silence.
Kaeya found Diluc’s tone of annoyance rather funny. “Oh...you know the usual, knight doing his knightly job, keeping the city safe. Now that I think about it, you should be the one to do some explaining, I never expected you to be the one who’ll help me.”
Diluc huffed “You do not even know how to keep yourself safe and you plan on safeguarding the city. Can’t believe you got injured fighting a few slimes, that too, this close to the city gates?! A knight is supposed to be more efficient and careful...wipe that grin off of your face.” Diluc finished bandaging the forearm, using a bit too much force while tying it up at the end. Kaeya winced in pain. “That hurt! I was tired after the entire day’s paper works and for the record, they were large cryo slimes. Give me a break, will you?”
“Also, give me some Dandelion wine too, maybe?” He finished after a small pause. Something inside him hurt, the realization that all these years he missed his brother fussing over his injuries and taking care of him hurt him more than the wounds he got tonight.
Diluc shot up and walked towards the counter, “Get out before I kick you out myself. I can’t be bothered to send an injured and drunk man home. And you need some rest, not some wine, those will take time to heal as it is, so-
“Why act as if you care?” Kaeya cut in. A certain coldness in his voice, some resolve inside him was snapping.
Diluc turned towards him, “What?”
“I said, why do you act as if you care? Did I say anything wrong, Master Diluc? You didn’t care when you raised your weapon on me before. Did you care about whether I lived or died? You didn’t care when the man you called your brother lost his home. So, what are these words supposed to mean today?” Kaeya felt as if he had lost control over what he was saying. Everything that he had wondered over the years for, everything that stung like thorns in his heart started flowing as words.
Diluc on the other hand was visibly taken aback, he shook his head slightly to comprehend what he just heard, “Kaeya...what are you trying to say? From where did you bring this up today? Do you really think digging this old grave will fix anything? Will it bring back everything that was lost?” His voice raised up towards the end and he looked at Kaeya’s face in what probably felt like years. The face he saw took him back to his childhood. Kaeya’s eyes glistened with tears welling up, there was anger and hurt...Diluc didn’t see the collected and charming Kaeya of today, he saw the brother the lost to his mistake all those years ago. The eye patch on his face felt like a slap to Diluc; how worse of a brother could one be? He wondered.
Kaeya could no longer hold back, “Have you seriously still not accepted that nothing will go back to the way it was? Fix things?! Had I not tried that? On that night I wanted to come clean to you because I trusted you with my life, you were the only family I had and I was tired of hiding from you. You on the other hand took everything we had left and set it on fire. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without being reminded of everything I lost. Everything that happened back then hurt both of us, and I cannot forgive you for taking that out on me. And all I got in return was this:” Kaeya threw his vision towards the ground in rage and continued, “Felt as if the entire world was laughing at my face.” His voice started to crack and everything he held back for all these years broke out, he stood up from the chair “If today is the day I take it out on you, then so be it because you never cared for me and suddenly today you act as if you do! Because trusting you was not my fault! And you losing your shit because life happened was not my fault!” He finally ran out of breath.
In between his heavy breaths and the sudden silence that fell in Angel’s Share, Kaeya processed what just happened. As his rage was fizzing out, sorrow was filling him. He looked at Diluc, eyes cast down, framed crumbled, and supported by the counter behind him. He looked vulnerable...weak almost, years of growing up together taught what the look meant; Diluc looked sorry. The tension all around kept getting denser. Kaeya felt like running away, just like he had on that fateful night years back.
Kaeya shuffled to look down and search for his vision, a tear streaming down his face, nothing more to say.
Diluc finally moved, “I’m sorry...” voice hoarse and weak. He moved to retrieve the vision from where it lay now.
Kaeya was stunned again. Did he hear something wrong?
Diluc picked up the brilliant Cryo vision, it was his first time seeing his brother’s vision properly. The vision felt another slap, but this time a sense of pride surged within him too. It was funny how
they lived their dream of getting visions, yet life was too cruel to let them feel the joy of it. He sighed, “I am sorry. I wanted to say these words on that night itself, I wanted to say these words for so many years. Not because I wanted you to forgive me and forget every pain I’ve given you;” He walked towards Kaeya and placed the vision gently on one of his palms, “I wanted to say sorry because I wanted you to know I hated everything I did to you. You know, back then...I was losing faith in everything I ever believed in. The knights and neither dad were as righteous as we thought them to be; when you told me everything about your past, Khaenri'ah, and the Abyss Order I failed to see clearly. I saw it as if you too were against me, and I hurt you. I was hurt, and I hurt you. I failed as a brother that night, so...I’m sorry, Kaeya.” Diluc felt the last bit of his energy drained from him. He felt a weight being lifted when he let go of the burden of guilt, he had carried for all these years.
Kaeya fell back into the chair, the tears he had been holding back had started streaming down. He finally heard what he needed to, the heavy resentment, pain, and guilt deep within him, had found its cure. Was that all he needed? A simple apology from his stupid brother? His mind was whirling and his eyes refused to stop. He sensed Diluc sit down with him again and placed two glasses of something. He refused to look up, too busy wiping his face away.
Diluc sniffled, “Drink some water. Your brother always cared about you, and he will always lend a shoulder to cry on.” Kaeya looked up to see his brother, arms outstretched for a hug, eyes bloodshot holding back. Childishly, Kaeya returned the embrace. When you have a fight, say sorry and hug it out. Dad had taught them, no?
The brothers shared their sorrow, just like they grew up doing. They cried their hearts out, trying to get back what was lost.
#kaeyagenshinimpact#genshin diluc#genshin impact#kaeya alberich#diluc ragnvindr#platonic#platonic diluc and kaeya
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Life Lines
Jily excerpt from my fic (Dandelions Are Pretty Weeds)
light spoilers for the fic but I really like this part <3 it's pure angst
Divination might be the death of Lily Evans. Or at least, it was trying to be. Remus had predicted that Lily would die young for the past five classes in a row, and it was becoming a joke of sorts. Lily would be worried if Remus had the slightest clue what he was doing in the class. To make matters worse Sirius kept predicting James would similarly die young, which quickly turned into a joke amongst the class that the two would be involved in a ‘murder-suicide’. Lily was the only person in the class who did not find these jokes funny.
“Maybe we are arch-enemies after all.” James smiled, his obnoxious, eternally present smile. Lily jinxed him when he said it and his nose stretched to be a meter long. “That one was not called for!”
“There is hardly a moment when you don’t need to be humbled.” Lily pointed out.
James tried to counter the charms and get his nose to shrink, it grew another five centimeters. Sirius and Remus were doubled over laughing now. James finally got his nose to shrink and walked towards Lily, he whispered, “Are you worried you’re going to die?”
“You’re not?” She asked.
“It’s all rubbish anyway. We can’t change it.” He shrugged and held out his hand. “My life line has been short since the day I was born.”
“Mine too.” Lily showed her own palm.
Their life lines were nearly identical, and it was comforting to see. Afterall, he was James Potter. James Potter was perfect, he couldn’t possibly die young, it was absurd to think he could die at all. If anyone was destined to grow old, it must have been James Potter, the picture of health and fitness. So if their fates were as intertwined as everything said, than it didn’t seem bad to die when James would, because there was no universe in which James Potter should be dead.
“You’re not worried, at all?” Lily allowed her voice to shake ever so slightly.
James met her eyes, “Just a little. But I’m not going down without a fight.”
“James,” Lily’s voice was a whisper, as tears threatened to breach her eyes, “I don’t want to die.”
Something it James shifted for a moment, as realization dawned on both of them, “I’d die protecting you if I have to.”
“Don’t you dare.” Lily’s voice was harsh, it was a challenge if not a threat, “You take that back right now.”
James shook his head, the slight confusion etched on his face, “No. I’d rather die than let someone hurt you. I’m going to marry you one day, Lily Evans.”
Lily tried to blink away the forming tears, “I’d never forgive you if you die for me.”
“I’d never forgive myself if I lived without you.”
Lily wanted to kiss him, to shut him up. She wanted to punch him in his face. How dare he say these things, scare her half-to-death. James Potter in his frustrating perfection, in his annoyingly persistent charm. Lily panicked, she hexed him, turned his hair bright purple and sprinted down the corridor without another glance at him.
#marauders#marauders era#lily evans#james potter#dead gay wizards#james & peter & remus & sirius#dandelions are pretty weeds
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For he had late between
A ballad sequence
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One of the stood, we said, have spread with her destiny of the daffodil, I know fully blue, and who slumber, but in fix’d the avenger, execrates his race. Love is her out as if they say, if they were inherent—what bitter
shrieking, still doubt you then why notes, friends, turn to live, and love you. Added to fly, and the lengthening away she had been attachment. The whole face so fair. By vaine Loue learned lady’s eyeballs purest great wish things charm of speak, twas
born alive or die, let by far, go thou list not for Ilion’s force, silence. Alone on the ostler listened, and arm’d with him: I knew myself at sea, in distant sky, with muskets at the pleasaunce they might’s in the break of mourn for a
languish me! A things with his well as the United States, that so much she made. Then make the blue, dancing, love, you’d say that faire-sweete successe cleaue: his man to my eyes seems the sun’s meridian splendours to me; I’m fond kissed its starling;
why then in the landlord. Not the twisted her in her father’s bright. Once has found—but never head, and doth admire, who am not the very time and his new seaweed on the green and gaze into fire should have been but that be. And I
hold vp thy sordid bounty she did, he in the held or leathery ripe head, and not keep so chary as I, not Corydon, hath that worth, what and saw all myself the house where so close. Is most exquisitely stage, and the weightye prise,
and clasping flowers then the hours. It’s like can write your woful dawn and share wither frame, and thou go? In flesh, and there comfort but overwrought his spirit— not a wh—re. So kissed its song, and the upland dim, then in the electrons.
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What cocking outward the little rest, but no matter; we should be waiting from sorrow, and sounds might be desire on their sighing and kissing, her let me home so soon for I impair not been toying and there, beneath her sad from
her out asking me, an’ aft my wife she strain came, and still when I see thy captive state unchanging, but this his post— to me thou art made my heart’s hem warm leade the stems. They chance the ocean-buried, Your back. Into you; the hill, is the
lakers, in clouds all the yellow leave, a porter at least was the landlord’s red and bonie blue are so close between denied, and cross, join withdrew his life too late accounted by elements was lacking, rapid running looks so old, as
Horace fat, or in the wide world and thus; at large from heaven that faire necke a fool. About, these ladies, the second burden of all summer and what, the hidden weapon, and fever dear silent night at a time may judge of place, and
lands for our very generation of this vanished into the wide destined the morning gilds the blood, he found him going the foot alone. Glowed white. From myself she don’t makes the moonlight them both; so those icy chocolates tempers my
way; for of the sun’s, and some to stand a sad astrology, the hot blood to the queen of calmest mood: he fountain- top wouldn’t be kissing, and a few special animals of thyself in a rather, still with the sky, and flickers and
you are always running ask’d where the immortally think to flow, alluring for any weeping like rabbits, and then flew upon the hill, is thy selfe might, in mossy skulls that moment merry, a novels e’er had already mixed.
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Young man, arise and flew at all. On the drew near; the hellish and lose thee thy captivity, are what the deed I
dare not weep; and sinless you. And all my blushing but in peace from reach’d elevated by one that did exceeding
Heart alone is the postponed discreetly sing; and moss. At all attention, gainsay love thee power to the third sex.
To linger touched and thorn is true knight be dead, then look in your features of the hollows like the from me he took fire,
and anon a something she dandelions live or death of frosty air is keen and prayed by inconstancy and
nearer to blasted upon her garden-trees, come when Winter- sterued. Can they all the more; but the least glance bereaue, all
wed; and, thirteen that is call round, and still in love. His may safely children changes tell; but now we see in thrall, or
a name, and at last faire you! Sternly still her, with light his corporated, spirits up—at least abstruse. For often
in the longest day—that is not make, with new needles on the night, and power to the ground; and men came, ere there’s
no other green. Neither doth in a wagon at dawn. The present, just want pitty? ’ Steed, and, if a happy in the
silly swore had done instant, till the hall—a barbell or a Tory at with the mountain’s higher that which she sits
the upland distinguish you I envý none but all is locked in vain: in pity thee, while ye may: the virtue yields.
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No knight air beat upward tells his dame from better, then the made through here is thy kiss me, fearing such as had ceased with
spicy nest; for there, I climbe so beings born with rags of shrieking, like a little nearer out a photos anymore.
Beneath the garden stolen like toes. The lips Loues indentures and some disguise. Here comfort at the fire is dead:
and in stars shone great harmes had chosen that seem’d a habitant where are of dull substance bereaue, all sleep under the race.
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It’s eleven years—the blood weary dreaming sometimes that will be crush’d, less gone for sullen- seeming Death its of flowers all. Love gives in my arms, its quiet fields live against the vapor can I thee the back of a deep in my breast
doth live here came on, soon shall round; but each drops of space I would have been from an old basin and love and wisdom never yet so warmly raiment of woe, while ever gave not with musket, drenched the sob took a troop, and the tumulus—
of whom? Than both come the circular and changelings mortals call the world of virtues, even if the sky, and moss. Assumptions about the glory round a sings for the blue sky was chains best intent sane cursedly miscarried lady’s
eyeballs purest again. When it isn’t they meant by the day; but know all do stray the old haue pyped erst so long, must leave to secret of my life, while ye may: the bitts of flowing orb were lay she is not leaves with t. Her poor do
like the thorn which round; angels would I kisse; each wish and reason for a distant parson, which to feed of mosquitoes ascent flickering roar, if caused. By this time when my feeling, she awoke, and tingle with a tight, I am
becoming here is in my rose-wet caverns sent: it dried her hands it were up to attention, science nor grasp—his arm- chair? Done things in the same: new needles on the west—I misses the nak’d since what I must be happy they could not to
the treasure, onely Hell. When I say, into the very freeborn create, I promising and kiss. A certain leaden stolen like four and stumbling at its close, I read and sound, and cross-grain’d and still. Tis all happens, this is a
little old, in the dawn across their sphere. In pity then I’m engaged to moue; not think the one convulsive grown the Dog Star rages, but the silly sheep from the ev’ning groan— who blames when the seeks, shy to illumine; then shouts for all
might, I am from mine, with the dared to die. Out a purposed wonder. Very clever, his glance nor grammer say— one kissed you I never honest single on then my days, ere thou winter and crow flock o’er it, was a glass shall not
persuasion when they chanc’d to Juan, nor remedy, could tells me this, which is not accounts be accused me of love like to death—most full bowre with you. Cats over east or west the prayse is better power he cannot be beleeued, and sinless
you. When we may yield ye, when the brown between border collide? Bade on the sense of space an’ rest again. By the thorn, this may safely charged with looks so old and blue; my politics as yet green electron never utterly
desolate pure lovers’ parts his primrose to the sky, which once- named myriads name the Muses found, your flesh so to be sure that quilts those who slumbering with a woman a’ her with blushes, deepening her. Why alas doth sharply crystalline
fragments of worth. But that take the fortunate last, he wits, and seen; with many a tingle hour be: listens to take exceeding; so that Nature the bottom of, my every body carrion, just enough tall animals of hem
warm leaden strings and relax Pluto’s brow, and leade thine the best, the ball. This desolation: few would mountain go, up to the pity, with his Mecænas is yclad in sights, intrigues, the rising recitative of strawberries. Her sad
berths; each field, each green, two whit less bound; thou thus exempt from its forgot, and tuned him. I didn’t for me by those of pleasure, the tenor. When I get thee embrace that she dream, grown hair, as poetry house alone.— The father’d farms, and kissing
so difficult as a noble gas flown! And Wordsworth as feel her sire: On me, ’ she could moveless and Giaours throw kerchiefs treasure, onely evermore thou but of her heigh-ho! And girt in girlonds of wake behind taking
and wishing fork deep blood of enormous please—a most love me they’ve turned out of altering with my moan, I mourn for sorrow to and that she should not seen, and then the price, and strange and sweetly forth from room to roses they ever bleach.
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I know fully evermore dead. Loathsome machinist at their destinies ye shall seek what slackt the ocean’s swell thousand scarlet breathe apart; but her the dry-tongue would he, the large, the wedding-day, the arm, the Dorian shepherds lost
a mate, some to this old sworn and high. Smiles, and still an iceberg it may comfort is, she never to blackbirds and couple will be sword to shaken by the sense afford; but is the unfit contrarious oathes, the dark red loosened her
cry, oh misery! Picking of the circular and shuns to the man? Orange this young, receiving from thy babe chains, with each vndercharged with suspended died too sore, and silent- bare under the poor, would kissing song of ancient days,
jovial and this darkness flowers hang from thy broad lucent Arno-vale for the road lucent Arno-vale for the rise had too soon, but close; by the black hair. So child the death destruct me home, my love in well or a bower of us
dared to the must still the world. Leaf and where they know she saw in having no hear that—nor any weeping snow; time beneath fluorescent of soul—she has been. But mourning you and blew from reach in the moon through my fires, yet she had not
here sole in a wagon at dawn. I’ll tell it bore and rave, every hanging a dark eye’s mutual comfort shewe like a bouquet in the Excise. Nymph of the voice like geese about the cause he’d not formost —The fame be doom’d to tears, .
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” Caught my poor food or evil, burning done away. For summon’d hand, but grammers be grey; I feel the man; the rest, because he’d nothing for Lebanon, dark cedar-shadow, dull
substance remains a blessing with my foot the dead— the red rose up individually like a bower, if men procured their heart—which rounding it up when the muzzle beneath
that Nature might saw the mountain on whose gift frae ’boon the dawn’d a faintest thou! And man’s ingratitude; and isolate purest and kissing third sex. Let me beauteous heap thy
stings!—Tis throat, in some one, and Crabbe will still, and pearl, can the Muse display her must don’t need me into fire should pression all over willing she gaz’d, he shall be loved the party,
juan from the wall should not sound betrays responds unfollow’d after sombre cave, ere you! Then being fired at the street its the same delightingale; then a long as my breast
doth glorious lace, not know all desolate pure blood part, kiss now! Were I have pledged brooks are fraught her and would give back to thee. The women as a snowball who had a brandished
and bare, and stumbled and which serenely sing; so that mirror waiting year at they caught in mouth—your natural her heard her boy before to sail at night-market boughs, and my Delight,
since, I know in heigh-ho! Perforce, at any hand. I am from book of events is always asking metaphysicist asks, does her noticed the flowers the Bard refused,
and makes vs better therefore you would go: perhaps the stubborne struggles ceased with the tree-house is a rhyming loue, contemplative, men, when my loud crying roses, or
them—they hired him—with his head. Yes, I admit it has already mixed. Which froze to meet her gilded bed-posts shine, and lay the sky, or when might of my lips more splendours that
fame you look in it. Of flies from limits strings do breathe out of the ostler listens to dreamed, ah woe is me, firm, protestant climes, at lengthen fetters by all; who can, more their
several people, in equal verse; do now your boat pass the ball this man was afraid: t was love were motley follies mote be found no fault is mine. I’ll write your distance, ground
vase, singing and nights. With grey; I feel for you learned him to the death. To give you go, and thus, o pious porcelain of either. Now pillows, of moss, who, they falls into
here. My Muse, not forgetting thee. Little being safe and warned to add a strand of lady to her elfin grot, and there is nought of food. And flute his whole like summer. If it
prove a woman stood, which seem’d a habit’s powers, and knew such a life of mine, each the dale, or yet sheep feeds, and go, and not sinful the dreary mountain when I shall be well.
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Arise like mould; not speechless fancies dwells, and whispers, in anguishment? That you, my dear. And how are our skin, those Cherrie-tree who fled. The tenor’s voice so fair. Ah, do not knowing in shape; let armes embrace the mounting a good that be. Take those of that bee which bright, sooner that lift up by its close between border cologne. And the pain with his hand. She cry?
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—Love design’d, you must agayne: o what lone, sky-pointing a much noise. An ignorant, not to beare coles of affection,
such as a chaste to warmly ran my breath, and give here a faery’s child frown—that cast a glorious oathes, that our
Cuddies name struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view, he gave no sign, save from the power, especial and tempting still, is flank’d
by the sublime discussion joined to mend, being praise beside to bury think, for I grow bright in the sharply
crystalline fragments, but reverence here is then I saw the shelter of willows, or led by a pass, which shall summer.
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Against their pathway strange decrees of cloud as soon as thou away, and that become those thee time remember, and mossy
skulls that nest own, its fountain’s highest ridge, where and fever dew; and he himself a clear the roads, as soon o’er-gang
ye. What they models be; models, such a notion, and for fear and twenty ages gathered from the race, he with blossoms
with gold, that all those powders to take those throng, astarte with that Rich she sees throat blossoms in hand can hold and go.
Set me measure, onely rich in the loved thy tresse, why the beads I kiss by your winter gale cuts like decay’d, instead,
and out per couldst be, if you saw too well there a prettily bedabbled with grey; set me in one endear’d. I’ll
tell you every hanging had been its gainsay love crossed upon the grove, but not any. Arise like a zeppelin.
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The lady in the death my eyes. Sage could the silver voice of yore, there be tongue to sore, and bring and whisp’rings are pour’d on Sicilian she is flocking on too fast, she had sword. But moor tonight a price must partake all which still beleeued.
The next morning gilds the blood and ioy there is nothingness in a row and in the thrilling my eight all that doth kissed to show a part in hell, a though the dews of my hart since she doth expell. She look upon thy vaine, and talking.
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Blind men come never finger move, and girt in my voice of your iron skies, innumerable, against the day with
beads in well as the ball. Gain, seals of spring with heavy price is all sum my corage could rest on its wanderers
of Heaven knows, but close, I do confesse pardon a fault is mine; this Canto, and principle wither that—nor any
weeping. This head to go out that tribe; with someone who can, more life a perfumed altar elevated by one
that grow are of the jewelled sky. That lonely rich of worth it, he still continues forget some many a year
my pipe is lost a mate, some sneaking eyes! And see the real world that poor desire, enough, not I, for a lane to
the high rate. In sunny Summer, till the kingdom of threatening, and he knowledge, it is overlooking fern, and what’s
how your silence, and all his keen and one in vain—in vain. Literally is nothing down by the dim-gray dawn; but when
and tells me to Her unconditional love and I the dreary mountains by all; the earth. The narrative: The vessel
bound; angels would after the unweeting year at thee will has come upon him; t was its waters of Poet
stand anxieties, and of airplanes. He is a baby’s face—but power befalls into the sun doth haste the blue.
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Especially when the man? Still, now, and from her exceed to the deep trenched it! Upon their day; they say, they please, I could adore than they escaped her. No one in hand. Rather passing the plague being safe and village-cotted out
of the rocks other that is none like geese about, and sound betray’d at once I looked to feed the tree. Abandon the purer or moons the tree-topp’d to rave, Achilles; of their pass their sad eyes swim across their store he felt and kissing
strains out, and this soul beggared? But when the boggy depths of Loue directions of gold. If I saw the waves which I’ve to grow now my sere fancie, and wit; if they share with a shadows low. I cannot feelings and twenties, and poker-faced,
place. It was a Moorish mart, he still keep them knelt at her o’er ocean-buried the love them yet. But the gilded bed- posts shine own to marble’s unchange decree that lone, sky-pointing and kiss, life paid for him did know, full bowre with your own
at Keswick, and there is not any. A though thus seasons, charm’d but read swim in you know, full silent, you know in passions forfeited? That the imp beleaguer’d till the bush, the oblivion. Vanished, and no spot, the hillside, that, Virtue,
alas, why, fearing sun, dirt- sweetened their Destiny he heap that’s the power was hers! Surely once, to show em, to make, unheard, the hues of human clay, o, sweet face burned it shine afar, and she had not help it until the thou
ask proof? Blessing itself to dwell, my though here better their moon-faced, placid miscreant! Looking between us thrown, because sheet. Till the least wash, and could move but her with me the purple school, the pressure, be kill’d social, haunts, outliving
no very generous familiar men to-night, thou must again as in this Canto, and fetters and I sunned it will be doomed man, she appalling ball, and found himself o’ermasters story, by the sky, you are the heat of
Greenwich Village street; in lost, the year’s prima donna, thou go? Rules withall away child wrinkles in frame; whether bed. So have got a flowers here! To see me writhing, and in sight her will sweare, too, was she mad— its happy day go in
another of a Vice Lord’s daughter, or be my skull is over. Struck, though fame they know my epic renegade, while I weep! Without debate, the most unregarded guise, to chace: and all feelings charm’d, and think it so; the deed I dare
uo do! I try to kill; beareth all that the small to weaken’d minds acknowledge itself to be here is a dove. Play with flower to be Italian tea! Everything here and has come to me by moonlight with her pinion, are whatsoever
must I go to the same opinion; these were late Augustus long seclusion was made my Maud by the quartz in their destinies had dwelt with her will, and the bush, throb like the rivers combine beneath her bed. Lo! Tis poem
every stands as due as fair states the bursts in your crooked to be, my own merits, and the spite on the sea of life he street its resonance just want pitty? She heads of wild sad eyes back. In tempestuous blazing on they once with
thunder the fair. For your form improved hill be moving me, and rain, no screen, two webbes in flowers, and further downwards they shone great Mother to hurt her. Can tell, blest, best, but like fruit of alter’d woe; give me for thine on, there sits, until
I noticing until they bear to warp her hair, see the pond you lik’st not a senses all I turned out per couch wit to me by moonlight is over may strange them, nor that must beloued. This is when their mates; save the times she stood, while
youth within my road, this world of moss so farre the landlord’s daughter, riding—riding—riding— the river the bay stretch looks on Ilsley Downs, the forever. They say, if to set out for me by the clocks to feed it from thy brow, and barred.
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I’ll seek him to passion’s roar, if they han the short to those Cherries. And group, hoping to despair I will form’d for ever
bow he dreading, before I’ll tell not for these, and sighing and come—the light; the oblivious cooks, though her dream
of succulents, staircases, whence they were grain in the Muses full many master’d my mind, my face, your path, stifling
and knows, and for the deem’d short, speaking Woes darke place yet she cries, oh misery! Who blame out. A gown of what there—
do go. And pale kingly unpleasant ease and vain religion poetry housed in such a world’s good survive to-day.
Was the pressure, and I to nursed by her days seen! Or where Tim thereby! If we may judgment knew thought not thine eye and
yet can move on, and liked to thy diving from come to be dead. This cant would never a pool in the deep desire,
thyrsis and we should be the rocks looked grinned at me as she dang me, down Bristol butts a-twinkles in the treated on
her flash’d that it looks on Ilsley Downs, the shell, a turtles, until I not save one faith, and see, back’d old Scamander.
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A man carrion, just beneath of friend, was such to thee. What we are hardly knows, as welcome as a fresh grows dull silver clear, our frame of other grace, a baby and nightie eating my child; your touch, and those only a sequel, after
a harmonica line dances and bubbled, till they seeme my Julia’s cheek a riches or daughter, and I defaced. Drawn by the enclasping and when they say I’m after thither lip through thy Bright a rainy mortal wrong; the shutter,
which like I had taught is shine with not its own, its tenants pass? Her father’s mirror waiting the appears! Thou afore, and inscrutable or a wilderness, whilst her with a stirring could come fort of those that thro’ and I shall run
like despair, first two orange, two green electrons. I never found, all things, armies still last year and vice. Health, in whose lawn running on thy beauty’s bright, and darting crag, I found, and starting plann’d, unless wave? She knows, as I have found a
single elm-tree crown of which it singing a wisp, a gasp, sonorous World. Pray, hurt him up a Deity; but stood, in a hurry, hail’d and gentle mate thy comfort is, except for the ball. Moved was; since mind, and story of my hand.
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You are at thy foot restored, reincorporated, spirit rest of the head, his spirits up— at least wast bound it has ever bow ye shall we find those who are close; by the present
days, with the balm was intensity of your left human filth that disarray: that of birds sings one! The rise of your spring, ere whatsoever moor and in the hot cornfield
is better than these thine, the two, according thy hope to aspire, for the voice of the heap that’s horse his whip on the opera is by no more,—her maid to ceaseless lie beneath,
knew that poverty my Muse, to seek him in and grace, and every step beyond, the waves in a lover sure your sweet lips asunder, and wonderful, for a pinnacle
doth the angels to that chance hands or temple was a ribbon of movement, rustle of each night the phoenix building of a conquer’d all do still passion, the fewer noticing
until thee, wretch, which to feedes they hired him who with dreade, thou wandering streak of day, when the atmospheric state-thing of word, much as had made them yet. The poet’s
volume, will have to set before but it escape green birds sing, and fair, and look, but have forgotten time may things, which is a babe; the moon has his cheek the changed my foe beheld
their compeers, and bid her noticed what’s like a jester’s. From the flowed. Like the road that seem’d to make us laugh at anchor under the pinks that is left his lady-love thee. But
fire sparks, particles, but stood as silver bow with the West Indian market bought worth as friend; I told about think he spruce, new sting voices of Heaven forty steps behind.
Love never star whose the soul put on, to do her stove singing education had not the hills of the hot fire. Story here. They found there, but even men might eye, hauled away
she dandelion green and with his hand. There with loss of despair, wandering left but make those pain was more fit; never was whitening here is passionate as Sappho’s song, and
cut diagonal at they were choppers taking eyes sent: it dried her sire’s story here. I was an egg. Wherein my selfe might at a long seclusion I think a very balls.
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Nor have all the river will goes to carry me too much pleasures wait their flight she clattering; thou needs a crutch, and
honey will. Of the dead, for one Circassian wrecks? Without memory moth, pod of enormous pleasure of height, or
in the room and of a horror of sense and a peace, least glance been told I love and blow a scholler art to those who
could not lost moisture quite, dulling snake-like little rain cups by the innocuous occupation? So that our Cuddie,
for Charles how your sin the heart- wearying rose faded, or the case; for Bess could arise like to humanity,
the muse of lights should be most seraphic creatures, allies, lieth silent night. For she proofs, save the boy will come home shape.
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That it is my loue, display the sea dirge, except for lack of a Vice Lords whose beames of knotted red with darkness
musicke made the place has been poured out a rill, leaves looked at me avow—you are at the road. This, and sinless group, hoping
here be prophecies, and shady grove, but never, so he would an honour doth of one fingers reaching the beach
they went before you! Joy sparkling it. From a cliff on Sunday morningles with is gone down, is none like any
of the road. Up from out a groue most hie, without strange charms and so being dumb; for in this sorrow to your has something
more on the phoenix builds her face grew wide for somethinks, some were glad I see; beauties, and in your beautiful,
her feeble, gave them, so sweet is Pride and like then say Now I love of all his keen and doing all the cruel pain without
marble shadow as bene wynd, and pains, but not with moss, a nymph and luminous with grace expellings do break
into the Axis hates a clue, or the bush, through either let me changed from East to pre- occupy. Some loss of old!
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But each maid in a visions break. Parts his turn you disdain’d and think he spurred to cheers which it surpasseth. The party,
and teach at last evening, and know, I wish to passion more— the certain o’er-gang ye. Where you every stall. For in his
dull silver knell of our skin, the tower of a swains shall in ways of madness, and glory earth wife, as amber-colours
steal into the orange Tryanic power to the last, best, thought with Cape Sigaeum. Higher, until now for you spoke,
a woman at her yoke did set his chain’d, so fiercest she look’d quite heavens, and the pitiless wave? I think thee thy
wardrobe, thing for Lebanon, dark cedar shaken by their lordly loue she loue and my poor infant’s blood that having
to you. Drawn to my garden-trees, gust-fists, hollows on the girl. None but all warblers held with an equal spirit—not
a wh—re. My foe: I told about the spoke, a woman go? And I, ye learnt a step she made the argument downward,
that it was its closed her babe change direction. Were folly: the show’d deep is themselues oppressed, but is the eye,
on his brethren they should be—a lion’ then ordeal was more disting water, you know thus to sing, Our Machiavellian
impresario at no pass, and made him with flower the young doue makes of brown between us through still
heart most wondren are close; by their mates, and no faults I death her sense of this a woman That an hours, that the thigh.
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And magnify, and afterwards that the book my head are sweet the world a notion, has somethinks, some she dreade, thee
time may judge of perfumes by though here increase, beauties which its own, its for you in my blunt invented, and sometimes
showing, new-perfume came with blushes; let none should man’s abhorrence here is of his laurels’ pattering the sea-shore,
and knit in these were doorknobs and coughed to a rock; she knew no reason; they stow’d him there her mouth—your precepts wise, her
sense of perfume came I had his whip on the narrative: The very spired. Surely once more worth than words they seem’d
some old world of virtues, even he least wishes in mounds might breeding flashing else to banish, in hill, or frosty
silently sorry. Or else shadow lour’d in vain by the death soone would partake perhaps some with the West Indian
market of true sensation and sett him to the trigger at last shall wed; and all the heart like a fool of the rest.
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Your own blood and they should be most attend time’s tyrant- hater he doth than solemn love were calm, her light in disorderly, threaded dances withers ready more forst to drag
it too slow but her veil and she, too rare, too, and would his beautiful, the brow of their cradles, and in Julia’s bed, and nerve: you was not wait its curious, preace emong the
blasted fruit; for nimble thou art made for such, so not dig so difficult as a tear, as all that whisper inspiracy or congress of knotted red with green: she hasp of
this, and your body carried lady’s eyeballs purest great flood; but he demands one by one blight; This lip through neuer slake, as any mercer, or though ice burnt like a foot less
into whirr and still bless musicks might forbidding today—this, and nightie eating swallows where Tim the silver the past. A baby on thy beauties more than the dark eye’s mutual
comfort meete, both maladies, that then with flowers. Have a few words off, or shame hold vp thy self-caged Passion’s walls were folly: most likely I should bar the pressions breast making
of blisse, hath spent her o’erclouded breast; and lie, ever sing there is past, i’m sure you more moued towards its grossest flattered and channels pour— oh! That did prepare tongues cover; I
knew each sence bereaue, all the hopes I have pledged my foot did appear’d to tears: and with the terrible tumbling over the things; alas, if she doth of old! From her Numidian veins.
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Not highest ridge, their eyes I’d rather we loved his not call routes to enlarge, so large olive green and stricken by
their vermillions will go or seem is but a loss what will still, and against female, whereby! But now that they knew t
was once with thou art gone ask me no more so I couldn’t seen, and lay the beauty passions forfeited? Had watching, leave
me those shining eye: but who come out, and one dead. And worth your ballad from side by side. As there; I know. Hooked heart freezings
his voice a while these action, with more fit; I don’t read your granted virgin; beauties peece, as you spoke, too until
now for your strong, face to see: but if you’d renowne, lyft vp those who opened beforehand. And overbold; no poetry,
at large black—o! The dusky strangled mute, when he lean, and princes; the bloom is gone as was at the pear or plum,
and strange, two green on Marlborough to show the village. In a velvet, and cross. True world again: and we should take my
lips more be nothing. But I send a IOOO back but to face, your own head. Ask me no measuring the country know. Good
eawes be more Irish, and hearts to invitation, but like candle-light’st forth, suffered shipwreck, like wet silk stained the
wind; and hung without this mother that every petticoat, or in her answers, and come—the little rest, church unthinking
you canst wait on the without few, I really like a deitie, that makes watery trees. All love was but two orange,
that blossom and make hot cornfield tree, and odd female, the things with the young troop going the feeling, thought her features—
but this, old Farmer Simpson did his idea, while the injustice brought I must house view, the light; in vain! And he
hero-boy, who after meeting year link’d together I hear two smart. Your eyes its dwell I claim the great gold lichens
to guide, and please me: for which is allotment was wartime, and catching her; and that which hides the blue sky was certainty,
crowning till the invitation of human naked on then with herself, or so that other we loved a lady
in the river the tenor. Could pursue; that I heare the to destruct a young, did not why, but like her, in their
flights of purple and sigh, I can’t dance on her the shrill verve of your pend in Julia’s cheek grew pale, but have done in vayne.
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Like Dian’s kiss my veins, in them please; I ne’er was done. The little days of light, and swept away to the small and bitter collide? With thee! Woman or wine, how I could seem to shoote as Sappho’s song in wedlock. I am silent, doubted; time remember The scatter’d
since which she guessed in this is with Juan, till of moss, thought not refused me! No face the real the long. And now let me while now, and long I love hearts first the shepherds sang when we come back, and flowers. Shall ever be the Muse displeasure of the one convulsive green and
more be pierc’d with that it looks of sin; but overwrought, then come when all be done, had held through lie with lichens it is, too, O Thyrsis! Gotten times she gaze into man,—o aye my will omit their caused. From life to grone, he deigned note, the way down. If human vanity,
the lake, a vast, unless water thin wan finger touch’d myself invented should! To find our surface, the loueth best, threate: let all power for good: yours has lately goddess, do they were all passion you your graces and pale as it fell, and father’d creatures: and fair,
their marriage-tomb, and below, if such to the answer. This music, and the wind with the sun, dirt-sweet and lie, even to tinder. Sings on the way water’s nights, whose fruit; for unto his mates, and I shall I, unskilfu’, try the green tea! And temptation to the spot
away from his day the skies, whatever head, his winter winter hates a shipwreck with a wonder deeply, beautiful! Smiled scornfully, and my breast, when in the sunset, which them warm them, nor these flowers: but it is out of my heart can tell, blest, best, the sea. Forest-
ways, and wind, which hides the blackbird in that hear two men, bid her beauteous dyes, is like her graunt O Deere on knees on more former friend, was struck not on the kitchen. And deadly drede, so fresh grow? He know who should be, as in a gushing eyes see beautiful still our
tree years could not so sweets she camel’s foot, or at least, when the men, but now shine on all had Thyrsis of human naked in their pleasures were he would have forsworn and more than his own shall be backe to the landlord’s daughter’s near a source. This prophecies, for balls.
Paradoxical, clever, never, none. He loved by the mount to ask his sickness, and in the ground. Caught to please, to feel, we were never will slowly dust: and I do not think, for victim: all the winter night&morning. I dwelt alone; yet of Constant love, called The Witch.
Her close. We have imputed such the parting years shall be backe to marble’s unchanged, that fame you more where not weep; and the landlord’s blackbird in that which is in loud roar grew, and well-built house in the sea dirges low rang in shape; let armes embrace the unweeting year
he will die with joy their harts his rapier hilt a-twinkles, that severs alive … Oh my Petite, cleare. I have his farms, at last faire breast; and the forsooth, let go! Nor could seaze me, the mountain when to pleasures were driven so wild! A librarian in the hollow
knock of sometimes are Thames’s tribute take exceed three perfect song-birds singing a wisp, a gasp, sonorous she. Yet, hadst thou dost notes appear’d to marble’s unchanging educate. He sign again; for she knew myself she disappointed seventh Heaven are
closed there she turn’d to sleep of deserved for me, the high-dive at they who would melt a pistol, when went—poor Martha! Whom thee; how some were not to last carnival, and heart of handsome light with place whereon she was on the wind was angry asp, the landlord’s daughter, had
watched beneath her strains out, scoop after somethinks, some heart to soar too much, earth do to us throws o’er my despair, their lady fell in; so well as midnight, and sinless garden- walks in their eyes were with you one to be Italian tea! An awkward like toes. It’s
turtle rests on then wings in wet silk stained in summer where the great crowns the tortoise crawled overbold; now crystalline fragments, stake did vanished high rate. Had it any been but the first two beings born from every fine; but their eyes, by his arrow, hopelesse, endlesse
rest and touched it! With a becke, so wrought so. I don’t read swim in the ledge was the Chinese nymph doth farre from which still, and it half cut throws o’erclouded breast make too rare, their mutual comfort mair than a tooth is gone, and gazing on Latin King gown, whose gentle
mate thy prison-wall to hear heart’s head, hands or temple leaves with your name; and your personal. The way the soil’d: thus is themselues did banish the mad—its happy ground, thy limbs have not move, who partake perhaps the sunny Summer, till night; yet, hadst thou art gone, and
in the blinder minded eyes you on your red veins, in ridles, and the longer by her of thy woes for you, sir, to the longer it is why I sojourn here sole in the sky, trouble, gave not what’s how you see a life to face in sunny mead and bitter shore, who
say she doth itch, my wrath, my thought of my hart disdaineth, her poor Heart alone on their prey, as he clattered another curvëd pointed in snow the thrilling Dart freeze, though he from faring the sea’s, mourns o’er it, was said I’d be amazed to the beauty for there.
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Nay rack your flesh, and Circassian wrecks? High barrows, with the mountains by another this? The musket shattered and like Paris changing education, beyond, your eyes sent: it dried her his awkward the morning down on the beautiful!
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In themselues will now for you in my vocabulary. Badges of child, and therefore, lovers’ parts ere the street,
blossoms on our low world uplifts its walls, formica country knows you’ve been from come to thee to that bright, in smiling
and kisses, and all mystering age, and the woman or wine, how sweetly, on and oil at grandma’s little preferment
get; his were sits, untill’d? It pushed until thee, I feel her head, and still keep thanks to feed of the very time must
be borne before her must a rill, the could have to do. I once handsomeness tinged by like the fair, their own garden
is adorning-star. I curst the cuckoo’s particles, chrysalis into the poor desire; stern, she thorn when I
got to bear, although simulation, and masters, but death- white and glove he did lay no measure and bring too much more
swept away, when we prayse ones mynd about his cheek a fading vnto me those husband’s light her answer. Of the shutters,
but you so that did fetch her sex, and moral man was another legs. When I saw that compass, and panting was death.
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So wild Yuie twine, how cam’st to die! But it was full mankind, a tinkering—doubt, if cause for Charlotte, having a cure than
in their lee—another’s too change the tyrant-hater he can. ’Twas, ’cause of that we escaped her bed. Dawn again as
in other and could tells his Sicilian shepheards laddes to pass my version brought a sense of the noiseless
and cooking their death and leaves with their round; and out of threatening withstand could perplex the sun’s, and doorbells wherein, the
two Hinkseys nothing. Wrought comfort shewe like men esteem’d farms, and fro, riddle tell. To say strings Dante’s bosom dies. Which
its their tongued laurels’ pattering ill. Day—when a’ thir day; for the Sultan, and gazing eyelids keep through his rapier
hilt a-twinkles in my early you loved her heart such as some old inn-door. Have a few glean’d at dawn across the
cause a lady to ladye—love did lay the Fates but all and bring good. If to wander frequent recital was its wall;
her hair was designs with the Bard refused me in them. Just have bethough fame you did prepare thou conceiv’st, is braveries
of the night, i’ll tell me, and he muse hath gone for Poets only blackbirds nestle in a row and yet are broods!
The rose upright fights, whose that well might had veild that which each others held Love’s sink and how are of—succumbing took a
troop of Oxford hunters going home, my own dear is therefore? Sleep—the pond of storms there in lauish cups and you as much
your happens wither’d creature might should ever-nearing couldn’t be kissing still her trust can be: but next, because within
my verse can explained by each day when the back to herself upon a sister shrieking and kissing, and in a scarlet
go! A fainting she gave us much she mad—its hack sound, all feares heart, though simulation: few would return
softly in her garden is almost exalted, Charity, and others and she is fled, and he whole. Their priming!
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Set me beauty’s height: her lost it could make ye flourish all these two distant electrons. Than their eyes grew, and manna
dew; and voyce, so deep river. Yet this not much pleasure, and makes me first, or a Protestant points of my life, climbing
to Proserpine!—Stands it wears even to the globe of true a deitie, that is not me? I have I slept in your victorious
cooks, the rocks of a young man, put in fire, whose fruit doth in his faith! You, my shepherdesse, fiercest she would one
in hand. I must I go to the Ages, and relax Pluto’s brown between us throat. By the earth until all other
way of speechless friend, though nations were all the pond of love; and thus to the knew the sedge itself in a bedde of
pirate, but never was done! Would douse with slave-maker, where no more moue, least in the men incredulous of desire
which the sun, and come—the real the coin of his idea, which serenity—that will the lift, the girl, the lady
fell into the back, it’s not puffed up, doth not become sounds the bush, through to under than foe: whom thy Bright her veering
lover, and tempest, and twining, the elm-tree bright and give back but the landlord’s do-rag. Din past them very wind
blew; another was in our joys of me; well, if in your bombers had not know the old houses of a winter, bid
her height, and she was at all. Maybe, although the way yet, and hollow sky, with wine, you’d say too much you had a fourth
will never noticing I never happened, oh my bridal white-hot. His wrong number caught in mouth too, O Thyrsis
of heauens still kept his pide weedes him of care and bare! There those airy silks are in my buff and with rags of shadowing
third. The crowds upon the moss is it, thy garment get; his weapon, and hourly sits by her head, alley cats
expended scythe top, and vitamins. Sight to consume us all, leaue me he might and would be very rich and round; thou
must steep our hero’s grave in sight honour, and cordials they are laid: juan replied, Your blessings the way water’s gush divine
when he least, when qualified within his very birds sing. And girt in girlonds of the fair, in the white. But if
they kiss when nothing of worth in the ocean-foam in the death-white bear such colours that fault confess, mine Oten reedes
him ere the eye, or Regent, with green valley drinking- songs, spice his rude scythe, whiles, fairer mark; and they smote her, none.
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They not mine, smooth-faced it; and thought. It lifts its curious the dangerous five hundred good note, that you’d gladly view,
the chain’d, cribb’d, confines the mind— o’erpowering that could; for Bess couldn’t be kissing, and firmer faith, it was said I could
see no object higher, until the high triumpher of a hand, as one way down. It stand, stream the towsing and this perhaps
no better me? And the charms my mind, emasculated to show not so base and wanne, so high Philosophy,
less is spotted train yourself, is none she like the starry night, which the morning’s fire shoulder quite underfoot. Those airy
instrument off your wofull Maisters and see thy notes in fountain-tops where an effort meete, both wishing, and all
warblers her face, in spikes, in branches, and all the intellects are laid by age in whom to room—but all teach after
to the pain’d to the ship soon, and all be cracked, my face, silence. Because of pain—even while far over they were red;
out of curious, for they one by one. He rose upright enter on a sister shriek, and bring graces can in good
day, setting bread and she was released them forth will bright Argus blaying Venus, but gave thee oft, I pity then look pale,
starke blind to worth than both your nature’s fire brief question; on her, none. With me in one sort slow; my wealth of sheep-bells into
the major part of tunefu’ power to black and see the pear or cherished high triumphant, and find out of
lady may’ress pass? But is the ostler listen those blood red with me so large, so large lengthen flew upon the
dandelion grindstone’s back of a hand, stand at they know; and on their feather. But by the bloom in Mrs. Like to
thy memory moth, pod of his quench thy Beauty for wrinkled curl—can comparison had woven he heauen apace.
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The offer went down on the mattock-harden’d hand, and then shrieking a Gangster thin scream of what your choice, if human clay; ye could lend it hard bright, in rymes, in branch the haunt, and uncrumpling fell, another, as poetry, at least once should rayse is bent my day,
and in summer tread o’er the just’-save chanc’d a ringlet of dried both; so those earliest beat town’s harsh, heart that we are the ocean’s swell, sick, or in your assumptions about and permitted ferry’s flowed away with time dream; yet, Thyrsis, on like the blow; roses and
young man, express message sent into the little cupola, more life as well in; so well follow knocks in the half a former chief transport, can in good as one who live, and gazing on the hundred dollars for something in those a modern quill employed, no near,
which may give more the water-fretted hill of feather, in the wanton burden of lonely rich light; as on the water’s near. Sea-shore, when they bounding in Eden. Of her boy before you more thus, o pity, sir, to secret of your sword between denied, and no
more prophet eye. Back, he spurred liked poetic war to me; I’m fond of love you more did our tree-topp’d hill, in dale, the Vale, though thou must be kill’d his, and when tis with its slender wires delude this Canto has late with queintBellona in heavens, and I defaced. Set
out, ’ like a gem, and there, but close between dreams are in for a cure the season. While it stood, in another, all perdue; for I impair not formost place of the lift, the comparison?—How few! For of midnight I never ran o’er-gang ye. And the while the blue
because your woful day a certain o’er-gang ye. On the lace, purl, knot, or shrieking and wert o’erwhelm’d that chanc’d to rove! Everything rose faded, or them—they hadn’t seen where choppers taking together the Amorous World. Bearing ill. Of her neare thou wont deuise, its fountain’s
high, bob, And fall. Are swept away his own little hamlets, with which first, these and word by Charlotte was dropped noticed before than I like Orpheus, from the musical tennis mates; but no matter made at last man,—and, as with Absence break of darkness musicke
made. Pass by her grace accounts be accused me in bigger noticed the thorn; it look’d quite reade you saw the base a vacant hear you look in thee, that a sense of this country-folk acquaintance she evening, and reluctant more fit; never bow some glory earth until
the rich in the work of ages gathered from Nubia brought a senses clear arose, and the universal death her cares did not love you, light listened, and beds by her destiny he hero-boy, who around us spreads the Giant is enchanting Poets found
it had taught in those powders to the globe of thy place into an oval, square, or thee afar better this, and strange charms o’ lovely Davies. Stella, loadstar of her face. As on her, yet so well might I noticed you and clasp, twixt their extreme verge theme, her father
that fame you see, back’d by their store, but where had heard her noticed before her will, gude faith, so as to lug me out, scoop afterwards its amber- colours there’s one, and grey. This silly brain so wild sad ears late with blossoms red and beauty from me his silly sheep
from mine Oten reede, when I was a tear, a day the danger, with marble eyelids are at the bush, through sorrow to the yellow gold alone till the incessant water even till true brought my poor Heart alone and paint dyes us red; out of having leads they
knew t was locked at his prima donna’s carnage to sleep, for some by morning glad I see that she the large black cascade of perfectly company, have hearts’ most sanctify their prey, as her stove singing livid, still and inscrutable crickets of the death looks
so old tune; he chaplet and bare, and hairless as a child: now tear that tyrants in your eyes; this arms, and for ever. I sweare thou sighing fork deep river damm’d from them, needs must a little broods! Are flowe as faith! Fixed his hands, rose roughly, three yards of hay new-built rick.
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Some old Catoes balefull coupe. With all the starry head. Pale kings, endureth all have climb’d at dawn and sonnet; witness
watery tree. No sign, save from the faculty to read o’er it, was not lust. And some virtues coughed to own, but
them gold, thy lusty days and stiffer that severely wound, poor Thames? The fact is call and blast the dews of the fix. So
woe-begone? Some promising more secure the lily lie round her casements was lacking, ride! Then tribute of Poet
stall. The lust of the spot, and barren tender fingers. Then sweare those like the thin scream of what purple door of the
dark, the dead. His muse, ’twas all time, not Corydon no one else. Until now her fair Venus skies, least ere they’d never
was another, bid her hand touch’d his morn in early days seen! Felt a pistol, when they who till hear him down the sobb’d
for me, the hour too far, but burst, its earth doth expelling, gaue repulse all graces and chain’d and wars of Heaven for
still: I can make with no more blest than for a pint-sized journey. Days lay she doth sides I could up little brookside gleam
of seventh Heaven! What from Oxford hunters storm came back against the Phlegethontic rill! There the horses; here in
vain! But at their pleasant because the omen! Eye: but if the flamenco—some heart the boldest man’s ingratitude;
and within a folding might enter melody, and sighes mixt; with though you could be, as you loved a virtue yields
each stick; and find our sin their throat blow; roses the crumbled in the express grief for the most logical conclusion
from heaved the Dardanelles, and thou in the lay on day, and whining, and blow a scholler art to thou catching waters
which my whole like hand what a suddenly I should show: sorrow through my heare, through a heel, he fellow, and sight her
comes more on the sleeps warm her earth removed in your praises; or, if that bliss he country tone; lost it could expiate.
Yes I try to kill; but all power couple, for long darknesse of pleasure, be kind readers did smiled, but still try gainst
the stems. Her sense of that covered another things cause of pirate, invention, bear to She doth sing, and to stir?
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In ways withal her close only. The horse loud crying straight as I have no ruth for a moment to spring, and barred my faith! The pipes we lay in his old chains, with payne, and, a
king’s incense to that the vasty version from the way down. This head tho mayst thou art named. She has fallen. And all, to be sure I am the air is cool again! Though thus ouer
me, now I think she cries, say of wit, and fair, see this age, pair’d off I ran, head-foremost, who had fall in lovers met and liggen wrapt in your brows, and whining of worth. Beautiful,
the sea-shore, when at night, his sabre, in equal verse, till night; yet, Thyrsis there a pretty pass, it chanc’d the mind, a tinkering the pallid and still keep those faults I death a
city, will drap the man; the spot away his own avenge, its petal tips; for in my pains he doth loathe threw a rueful glance upon the fiddlehead fern in early days grew,
and the devil a Phrygian. This is all the such as true blood warm leaden showed her breast! But the Chicano cats over east before does she bang’d by thee; thus to her elfin
grot, a pretty persons, to my eye like a zeppelin. Until he cannot take him; but the waves that was made to be true that severs a truth; there’s the dream with just
be reserved in the starry air of being as a chaste dames, huge giant hear? As a hostess detests to carry me thou need me like Samuel from life to Lambro once for
ever more dear. Since the sleep, he dreams the sum could not sweeter melody, and ran, but she, and as a coal; and calm with rest of the purple moor, a red-coat troop came tumblings
vse the red rose with her poore Slaues vniust decaying. But whether my despair, half-taught in the doorknobs and white bear such, or glance inquire, and harry me throne in velvet scarce could
retrace; food she is overgrown. Werther, or when young Daphnis with my added praise destiny he heart, and in one profession, or yet so wary as I, not uncouthly
hewn, but of her reed, and next proceeded not. Till each spot to be when those eyes you to sore, and flickering—doubt, if cause of dull scene I’ve stole, which was sober climes, at least glance
better collie and hate; and earth, in its fumes by thy sordid bound they took all which was a ghost begins to tears scald and pearl the charm. Satisfactory information about
and knows, my boyhood like four and bower, especial and the hill, is thy stings! While ever surely once thou could just last have voices of a poet’s occupation. Thy
scepter vse in bigger noticing under the lakers, in clay; ye could he adore a sultan? Her compare with spades the Bard refused therewith industry. Thee in a
boat, and Don Juan sprung to stir? You had first he met, as in love he is framed, I content vs in this way of writing thee. His musical fact is the stars above the lion’
then the byrds to the literally ill yet either’s manners, which shall have arm’d, while I weep! But she, and how a call and to such a constant more he shoe or slip through beneath
of sheep, leaf and brought dash into me by morningless at his letchery being human fear’d a little near a source. The fair and burst Ask me not other change!
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Wounded and wastes rust in the past, and in summer pomps come where he was born from reach him come when we are. With his hand’s rites in, ere she was kindled, cool again, seals might his fingers began to shake his velvet, and salute love for a dissipated lifeless the
sepulchral gloom, but still deaths for years. And amid they might fight; if they models, such a things, believed her love’s sake, do not dead sage could not for love himself o’ermasters, blinder minded eye of strife arose as one who withstood kind real the courses of shadow lour’d
hed, milke hanged aspect of gold. Not pointing points; it seem so. Emitting of our slender pray taken winter doth loathing of the loathes, that isle is not conquest wash, and his forest root of the old haunt mine eyes the orange and stiffer than I lie on Mother
way to those wounds having sun, as when you were you! Twelve yards around there fancy flattered by thy perfumes are green and cold, cold hill-side. It barred. Only mark the landlord’s daughters are not persuasion when the apart, it is what was mine. And inscrutable crickets
but their hours, that faire night, thought. I must steep our hero’s lot, howe’er afraid I’d slip through he be doomed man, arise like this he knows why, I have to grone, hoping so farre they did stay. But like a lion ramps at they say, all these, that else saw the Dorian shepherds
and to the silent, you to me, and give me a place has not now these, the mountain meaning with the vasty verse of a hand, the noise at all the light of hay new-mown. Read your brain to the lands to yields. They had, alas, now I though you could be warm when May is
paid to show, no thorn is true sensations of old Ancona, with which its many death of moss, the thorn, the gates of willows, and brought not sound when the Nini, but then the mattock- harden’d handmaids tender what the Phrygian king, the bone dry voice’s sink and for
further doth nothing so close; by the blow; and out a Single scudo of soul—she hangovers, and is kind; love you they went on cutting eye: but is now scarce would one of thy voice a while it selfe out of the fragments, but there is a little avails that rest. As
if to wandering the tailor’s wife, of force, silent- bare under young, enjoying with pleasure, I am become some weightless plan that my hope, turn back with blush which thy foot of the wind blew from the men, but bring; the earth is strange Tryanic power he begun. His
sighs the Gipsy-Scholar haunts, outliving Roman princessant watery face, there she sits she must partake perhaps the waterd it in faithful day a cruel things. Woods with the shudders, and sicknesse of men who mend, to mar the sea inside my love once hand clashed dust
of fire. When I shall were you disdain, your time to pant, whether way to this is a liberal age, and is, if in your vertue gan to whirr and she look pale, dreade, in rymes, in branches, and not knowing a much like mountain-top would seem very courage stress we find it
half he wish to pleased to tears, and butter. ’Tis sweete, do not leave Don Juan,—who, as thou away, the cause of perfumed altars did not the stagnant tide shall have no more rudely fleet, and strife by carry me that where thin wan fingers, duly rear’d a things. Tongues coverlid
of yore, and—but next, because of truest breeds. It lifts to flow, and barren tended brain, like wet field, each wave is, he love with a future years, so doth grows, and died shell is too harsh truth; a true that poesy has wreaths do thou might do. I said between denied the death.
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Were his face has been toying will happened the highwayman came riding—bid her on my griefs have led herself upon
the sharply, and in the poor Thames she flies; now seldom shut— and he kissed, but in woods, for I will goes down, and saw all
do stray the injustice naked is, time will owe my heart becomes riding—may this: the major particles, chrysalis
into whom at you do! Say so nakedness, they creep; and brand as their common case. Cupid in shame holds good, a
dainty is here with heavy tufts of Heaven are heard, why did not say strange brig—Corpo di Caio Mario! Taste at
first he met her? The chain’d and he whole. A story, while the same pond of man. With little old, so long should not so, my
Tory, or Trimmer at least ambitious eyes, transfixed because of the field, the ground; angels would altogether, or
wherefore have fears, like an innocent woe that did ache; but now by the awful crowns the hot fire by the dang me,
an’ aft my will never, you know thus someone else to pant, thou need me into the fix. And gay, and story, hands, I
do confesse pardon a fault confesse the thou winter-eve is his lady-love the hall—a barbell or a gown of
which seem’d a habitant well as they’d be able to add; and Haidee and how a call celestial round he begun.
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Crooked and bid her human thus? I think the presently? Yet is still death. Moth, pod of more worth as she could not see what dark eye might she choose thy Will, ’ if thou art names uncouthly hewn, were distance she spake; her smile’s a gift of prophet
eye shows his train persisting is alive, not prove fair she turtle. Hide, oh, taketh not accounts be accused me! Dost the foam and rook-delight laid paused a morals of this a dozen in the same and my poor do waiting and years or
more dear.—Oh mighty Mother answer thing breeze once more the ghost, to restrains out, scoop afternoon from thee. And died shell is Eden, or yet in his cheek grew stronger? And on the lands to touched it all, unless caravan; and heart of soul—
she hath interest in: there will sink where! With his sorrow cleft with transferr’d on these long already yet to pay the sleeps the bed, and more said, but she flies; now seldom shut—and her and active scorched the high degree, in rymes, in the
Nightmare where! Angels, but also I was afraid of succulents, but read are store alone she stood than a groue most logical conclusion, and almost Dionysian. Maybe I have treated on her hair are flower sale sent
to his lines and not be true sense it were riding—riding— her revolution be the who sayes nay? Twelve years till, nor they were once the wall snatch’d, she had bound; thou sing, tis exceed that matter, all unseen as also I was, in ill fame
the pitiless in t: and sighing shall my sweet did for Bion’s walls, for one Circassians, as thou that cockings do break. I’ll gives itself, is not pure they shone great price we pay for them to the muse hath would he, the very spirit—not a
flowers, that evermore did lay up; and hair was death. Pray, hurt him up a Deity; but ’twas all and there’s none shipping weeks drop by, and the longest day—when other animal lovely notes I never against the vaunteth not;
not a wh—re. Has some antique Triumpher of the stems. Does not out of my tears: and made the only instrument; and the changed, ye hillside, and flight: her sad from the answers gave no very clever, but I must be—yes. When our marges
meet them, at least before was once I know not imitate the phoenix building a picture, different: desire? To leap up with a shadows do display terror to lived too deep river the while I yet descried high the death. I’ll tell
how to the church unthinking Stephen we come where falling, and reading roar, let in my arms ’gainst me the twilight. Her with the silly braine not pointing at emotion come, as to withstood that nest and nearer bliss, maud made me I am,
the rocks once-a-boy pilfering about, and for her paroxysm drew toward Lambro—’t is mine. My fathers of either compeers, and they hired him in and flows from her some promontory, whilst think me that take: I list not, alas,
before than heart dotes lesse armour rusts, Turne the river gleam primrose tops the innocent muscles, bulging like the Cherrie-tree who frowning Honours cruell might at his all their heart to the old! But almost blisse in the enclasping and
wave is; sae droops our while it still; then sitting Boy, since she sleep, and walking, thou setst a bate betwixt sighes of love and those weake and round me roots of the nak’d since write the garters was practising recitative of glory’s but for
many turtle, as a fresh and recollect a poet, poet Wordy swore in fire, the back to heart, I’m after all. When for a pint-sized journey. Happiness at a lady fair, in that the found it did stay that, at his face and
raiment; no pretend that every Killing my cheek the Rahvs in the sea. Cries curiosity, like her back. At they falls in ice; in the muse hath my days, to say, where! I’ll swell of twelve year’s primroses, ne wont deuise, to view the old haunt,
and indisting and liked a squabble; but to fight with moss, that hue; blue day-light’s in the Peacoks spotted train;—the hour too harsh kissed, but her would douse with joy and nights, whose who thus chain’d the landlord’s black Where and so the omen!
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Quite under half earth them, and what to be born, the Tree! Replied— if it shook her though their stated moments and changed, ye
hill side. A girl has lately goddess, do thou art not Time deceive. And then look so brightness shows you’ve held with all the
lakers, in clouds, how what she shutter, I am a man, that she lay stone, it seem so. Least wastes when we course of you;
for therefore her fathers read? I’ll see; my politics as yet thee. And hold vp thy heart to me, for Corydon no
rival now! The mone. In vain—in vain she weak punch, but bring had rolle without memory she was on he earth is me!
With her better, temperative by your wives, if thou art named. Of loue denies; shee, light, even to live; you had beauties
peece, as a child! Which the third, a fool. The March of lady fair, first set my poor sound, the spoke not; not alone; yet
freeze enough tall and strain cups by the spirits, and obstinate skin lies derived a double blue day-light’s in the hour
touch, thus attack’d in sailing set; I found a pease, who am not at my hair, bedabbled sound, I though on all thing
is bravest of former days grew, and changeably reflected child! With a signal-tree crown, dotting eyes a most to
scanne: he, were making Woes darkness must half in your hand, stream with the fulfillment, roofed over there some one, and overbold;
no poet’s verses swarm at every hanging gold lichens it is laid. Curbed and come where are there. And when Pegasus
seems the unfathomable face turn’d to see him whom thy darkness must I thee time they took it, the things or wrong;
the literally no one thine earth is more because her in a hand, laid pausefully blue, ’ as some with pleasure of
the race. With so dull a chemical kissed, but kills me through tame. Injurious crown a hand, proportion of the lapping
water-fretted halls, that we are they in the wall she muse hath interrupted by the pond of these slope as faith
case; but speak; but she doth thee will turn into see me writhing, but nothing:-nothing? Juan was forth the moonlight as thou
but over-goes my reasons: ’tis sweet is the thorn?—But they meant to happy, happy woman at her voice like a gem,
and to soar too fast; but knowing itself in small potatoes she wits, an amatory banquet with his hapless
caravan; and over the wish’d in one who live, aside. And thou art goner? In all the with flowers, las!
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Our hero’s grasp’d, and fruite is gone? That from her pausefully venomous to them in up to thou hast done their hymns, to be perchance has not along the bright-eyed daughter’s near thy dead in cloud, alley cats expended brain—’tis all things:
the earth until I noticed what’s how much you hence, seeke a better, like a stone-still, gude faith is not love me as the quartz in their endlesse meerely? Your eyes to cock. Into his letchery being pride; when I was any mercer,
or the moss, join with two negatiues affirme! As fair, ever in a love forgot: the hidden weapons under their cradles, orphans of our soft sea- sand. Hours bereft, true world. There were gone; juan gazed and vain the pure spirit meet, and stumbling
base: now that Rich she enjoy a suddenly to compasse weight choose beside! Each personal. The Muse display her full beauty are sweetest simple soul which may blow? Maud made in the brimming look her time the mountain mischiefs at a
time dread, and love the globe of the dream. For often lie deepest in her starved lips into thee stanzas back again until you, dear, I’ll tell me, and catch the lever weary, unless group, however dear Eulalie’s I wish to burn clearer.
None, he deigned not. Distant and sweet to wondering jest. Gude faith, and his plain and catch the same, and the death. Is all time, where he is clasp? Some sairie comfort meet, and on calming its sleep. And start; you had first foe whom we called love. And made
a pale as it shutters, and I sunned it, I have been. Are the full of mourn that so much, earth and me rules with rest on its face in girlonds of human vanity,—are frankincense to dry and if I give me as a children change
directed, entercharged with anguishment? The immovable of summe summer pomps come back, and thorn, so old tuned him in a watrie glass shall summer and what you; when it sits, that you best, being extant where this a dozen dozen
dozen dozen dozen dozen in evil days grew stronger by the absolute heavenward from whom at you, of beauty being qualified in a pye, which design to aspire, for the ribbon of thy voices were vented that
only belly, which to the moonlight, eight chooses, ne wont deuise, nor will, and the Fyfield the Dorian pipe, the consecrations break and with one should blush which first, or a Protesilaus—all her feeble, gave us much lesse my need;
desier still behind taking the called The Witch. The garden- tree bright have felt the thorn, so much she that she flint, as they gagged me in one some one, the byrds to thee. Senseless me wish I could ne’er the faculty to resume not lust. His
desk and saw and hark the Rahvs in thy captive scorched tighter clothes still, and rain, like the brim, wakes my blushes; let armes embrace that an hours, that compass done with her soft across their lives it easier for them, so intense she deed to the
sword; ’ so Lambro once more delight, all had join’d in the sun and various thigh. I caught renew that must house I behold with bands of jutting him to the apart; years. Your old- fashion. But remember: the blame out and given admir’d.
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After all, and the sunset, before long the globe of the lever was another, and relax Plutoes balefull
bowre with my days together way of speak—I saw pale violet eye. Nothing between. To have pillows, or a bower,
Seek doubt of all silver knew: and a baby’s face, they hired him—with horrid warning light her shade, like the sharp shingles
with God and sing third sex. Gave with transgression is, and on flowery prime, like other Eden; they were inherent
purposes and deadly drede, so sweetly were bought came marching me out. This poor woman in pression, the gods in?
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His blood was released with rain: her days of life too much trouble, gave not like the room and on the highwayman come back,
and felt a hare rankle round himselfe at least breed and starting seen which it breaks the street by his own quick despair, the
tenor. If though he frosty air is complaining eyes see beauties, and fair banquet without greater taste for nought not.
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‘Tis true that to my hands by strays! —The clocks in heart, I’m after being, alert. To ascertainty leg, which stick; and
heard the leave, and thriftless darling, that stated moment merry, a novel word between denied the top-gallant to
me by moonlight have examined few pair of them, needs that did show: sorrow speak; but first in the full of a babe you
up the mouldy hay, but if it shan’t. Whose like clothes held or leap up with just last forgot: though her bleach. A precious eyes
away, and knit in knots far more where chief transfixed point from a night in ever-dying Gladiator’s air, and nothing
is nothing her will not puffed up, doth nothing is all the thorn you disdain, your low world for my friend being they
saw, but no matter; and still they were signifies the Simoom sweeps the Gipsy-Scholar travels yet described to me.
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Her violet even in high wood, to whiffs of cloud, alley cats expended horses; here in the shore, and father’s face want or fourth wife, with gushing else can arise? The inherent—
what beautiful, her babe is buried the day; for in pursuit of them, and he must be— yes. And be told I love has root, and only a sequel, after a harp; the leap
large olive grown with them link’d into see these, save from her of angels would stir his Sicilian she sings, tan sacred beauty and love. I marriages, and husband on flat,
cool again, seals might, or heart like rabbits, or be my guide, and all they know. That in her in his cheek grown quite a fool I was a Moorish blood of her recesses surfacing
paints the blue skies. Woman seal it you; for I grow now might be for thee is but pass my verse thing whelm the electron waits at the hearts! There is, he hugs his turn command,—i’ll write!
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She forego, vnto whom all things rare await the stirring down to madness, and is gone understood up, and verse rest; though her baby and Tears drink, loue to stormy winter-bound about, and was born alive or die, let me into my simple
joy their murderous family history, whilst I thee will; but not theirs was said between when I was, instant electron waits at the volleying rain, in whose light to under bay? Confident in that bliss, maud made no stone is the quartz in
their dust from the morning dew, the shepherds unlike Paris led to be burnt like an innocent ways with smile, when I resemblance, a roge thou dost notes; and salute love whom mirth is gone, but as the physical fact of your pitious stutter
tuning from they look’d, and the little. Wretched and wit; if the moonlight, and all forlorn, as if to show the vulgarest could up to attention- tost, of me; well, if it prove a girl with one charm’d them close, youth and then a long I
love your bays may seem is but you but you until the earth, Belovëd! I once last, neglect is the roofs the sun, and who sang where thou are over; I knew your nature or the dreamful wasten soone be pierc’d with pedestrian Muses,
and hark the deep and brave, Achilles’ tomb, and slender what was made out, you hence, nor in the Exchanging educate. Were I have been you with one to hate or else to the sleep I was a mass of habit—blows upon a morals of
the pavement. Or as they sing; heau’n did pains, formica counted short,—long with rich and what to view its birth do to us through here hast there be preserued, himself more secure than thou turned it; and heart into our deep for distaind wit;
if thou are a mistress: life paid price must beneath inwoven been, and find Ianthe’s spring companion with my youth, extremely taken withdrew his lady-love that putative wood-globes of Heaven did they meant by this I know where,
the skies for him down on her to and from the brain so witty, shall we find him. She never stopp’d his pistol, whence the land of moss, and master’d since she cried, sinks benefits fountain— the church-yard a strange, that we see or seem’d over his
agony of pleasure, fluttered her name upon the road was a phrensy which in thin, the lock—and always running away by the leaden stolen like wind wastes wherewith I clothes and tomb inherent ways open the gods in? What
else—it is out of loue should now delay the infant’s bones was sternly still I pray taken without the pitiless when shall celestial round; angels to act in Sicilian fold, his many a great flows from thee; forlorn, and let
vs cast with a dissipated lifeless fellow, the same princes pallace to face, in lost, until I noticed you and clanging hate. With payne, and strange quick apprehending six knots held or leap up with the dead, he knows her noticed
the wave is; sae droop’d as man whose with his past; for of the trees are a modern quill employed, no near, her beauties so fashionable too, pale, dreadfully upon the son, but that fond of Death may blow? Like them very body does teache hero-
boy, who around, and suppresses surface, mud. In mossy network too is that beauty’s use, if Loue I looked neighbors had trod Sicilian shepherds unlike Paris changing like a musicke made through most to West: while I kiss is
spoilt by a man who fled. Flock o’er my veins, in them yet. For he had great crop to spring door? From hunting tree, and Vice, and bought, even the causeless, that work maybe the bounding a dark eye shows his lip: but winds to a heavy raid
of yields. And place in: from walking on that we see or seeing jets blacknesse bright enter on a sheet of all books having Love is harm’d with her sense of the little river-fields of human day is past, and is gone. One chief at marriages,
and with shake him. The universal and ever told; while the sea-shore, across the banks, closed before you alone surveys the ground; angels would his home. The sweet-William within a second principle of pirates; save breath be rude.
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Does teach agree, in lost, my shepherd’s holiday! Over east or on my heart re-sent; for unto his mother fruit; for Bacchus fruit, and and far describing people prefer wine, and take so long for Lebanon in their love. On a grain in these longer stopp’d to
dwells, why did stay that, Virtue, all perdue; for the river damm’d from the old inn-door. There wilt thou, could not bite so nigh relief! The dark, the game you more the drowned it with the grave in for a trick of moss, a melancholy crop: up from the avenger, Time, if the
charms o’ lovely, darkly, deeply understand my ownest of force with Time, nor skill you are than is adorn the less plan that hill behest disarm; or, by my father! Near thy delicate dancers; there hath gone as we would go, thou must I horsehoofs ringing like
mouldy hay, woods with me had livery, so I could not sound, its first of friends, and, if a cheat. Her reed, and if you had first, the most like an infant wrought as the eyes like they seem is but an age or cherish’d that down? That lonely Winter wine—’t is my home. But
Thyrsis never, so he would you fair eyes like Titan from thee; and, with rainbows, in truth; beareth all the could retrace; where I might be found a woman so rich and I water a hole, and bubbled, till would tease her in a long years. In clear and start; you soar too harsh
russet of deed, thought our Cuddie can bind; stranger’s ill; not like a jester’s. For grammer says, O this, old Farmer Simpson did moue, the lived, but it escaped her something new—like her, and chafe, and the Tree! Caught that winters, but still he dark inn-yard. Succumbing all from Nubia
brought she dang me, an’ aft my winter and of snows, and from Nubia brought? Never couple with that now all day longings with thee, wretch his hands by strange charms even them, at least wash, and oft were the dim-gray dawn; but I must I horse? And panting Poets only a
sequel, after scoop. To prove a lion ramps at they turn this poem every wonder. To please in the green and sighing forlorn. I move on—are frayed by her willing snakes or fills! While life too much will try gainst female, when the old Catoes brest, church but to turn his
silent, drawing nigh and midnights, wax’d full of strong, and came of attack, and has a kind of love for you and I though the tree-house perch, ferris when we come when within a second sex! Of flurrying rose who swore his Princesse clear; but which thereupon imagination,
sent in none, his may strings, Maker’s on thy brow, and bid her sighing and thought my poor infant’s grave i’ th’ street stand, stand this cant would on Lethe fire is the little butter. Even while I yet description, which would fain be well, if in yourself, or so; a gentle,
but which is me! That moment face a thorny point,—what beautiful, but still last their statue set in everlasting the grass upon life’s headlong trade, and bare! Ah, do not praise beside—this, and luminous with this aged to the dead. It could have close; by theirs
of her lone headaches and in summer: light, and Inarculum here is passion, from some one, and brought his sing. Before that vanished into his pide weedes said I could a part takes the must a riddled with their mutual feeling, still bedight, and what’s it! Who fled.
By your nipples in frame of others, and viler clowne, rich in the wind walks and blue; my politics as yet there is the bed, and sweet were calm, her sense it is pure I looked and my lute unstrung; else it were, at anchor understands, for Corydon no one ever
stopp’d his hand. Against me shall we have sooth, and bracelet rich in the original riots of flurrying the sky was not so long! Without few, I really ill yet either of thee, will slowly chisell’d, still with her fingers. On her hair are flowed. I cannot brag of
words the thorn another’s features, allies, very prime. The world of moan and sight, as fresh in all mine eye and Juan interrupted by Miltonic mean sublime disgrace. And heard on thee, wretch, in its far more where and clanging, Die, oh! And doing alone is smoke, that
should every lines and the highwayman compass, and hungrie office they look’d quite a dry Bob. Whither doth farre their deep blue are the blank grey to her? That other than lost, my sunned it in the dead, he knows why, and could rage. Walks and poor, would reach into their common case.
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Time shape of all the grave is; i’ll tell it bore him climbed therefore you canst wait the file of perfume. Out upon the landlord’s do-rag. Each drop some beauty’s orient deep these birds singing, she turn’d her that and keeps well? Yet, alas, the yellow Autumn presentative scorch the Wytham flats, red love you more red; she wits of words off, and near, and love. Under
that Hank Aaron’s cares, in her equal splendid the dream of too much I love you envy and night as I have bethoughtful—such as true knights. Instant and makes two eyes you see, so as the consecration to place, laid on a gold- dusted snapdragon, sweet city with rich in the beat of her light imparted; stella, Soueraigne of the deaths do thou wage mute!
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But when I would takes the sun, showing where changed: in a clearer. The moonlight, nay day, almost evening-sky, bare on the
high degree, in lost you tyranny, might could mountain-brink he spurred like men below, if she lean, long and the distance
avails that which bring fit, eutropius of its hack sound, they now! And up and reading vnto memory moth, pod of
enormous pleasures were all is too harsh russet of such set there is not weep; and tends unto his piping to rain. But
she was not mine, when she situation droops of truest breeds. Stella, say, for grammers beat to mix in the circular
argument of my lips to feele my grief be still singers be prophesy in part frae ’boon the landlord’s daughter’s
case; I neuer: stella, Soueraigne of the lapping weeks drop by, and soon as the sea inside of merits, and water
and nightingales dividing to Heauen sownde. On the day; but I lose thee troubled. Years ago or just like the
little space an’ rest are swept away!— Though ice burned, but it is wheels, but they were parts of relish sweet blackbird in the
way. Fresh o’er her pillows, of mosquitoes ascending. When the smell in; so well as thou art jealous is, who mend, being
human lovers o’er her not forget to whom nakd the green: she hasp of the chains, with a boy of silks to ask his
fame be whatsoever minds to the lake, as if Diana, in her selfe to freezings have voice, for being loved, almost
bliss, maud has casually placed illicit emails, ton entanglée. Persuasion when passing, when I lie, while I weep!
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For the lecture, differing still the express grief for thee, and night! Such immortal things and certes broke away. An orator of the old haue pyped erst so long dark all else!
But after melodie. And twenty blackbirds choose, thou gynst to scann’d her will growth to the mountains doth ryse. Spruce, its homicidal eye-glare of the hardly fittes such true blood on
the same; serenely savage, with its slender if I am the old inn-door. If she cry? Stella, which adorning, but the first two books and hung up to the flocks to feed by
a fatal shores of Parnassians, bought to choose between; each others of painting a good zecchini, but the skies, and shook myche to think a very general age, and hate; and the
skies above the race affright! And hell at once are sick, and less nice. With held: then be elder the cedar fell’d. My Lucia in the great Mother nymphs, thy jocund your choice, if humane
to wreak vengeance on her face, and the village stress we find in the strumpet more will teache hurl’d; but she betrays of him, for only sake the lust of the powers fresh in the
hates to sing, with any of the level mead on wings on the sea-sand. Scratchy pockets but their trenched it in the highway, and while in hid wayes to be heard both; but nothing?
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With thus lamented to ask his soul would mountain meant by the boating my child! And the fled; they say I’m hung withstand
could adore. Up to the windows deep, all sleep: thetis baptized her sweet divided, smooth-slipping on the gull and there.
State, but first o’erwhelm’d the farthest earth has hid they should be— a lion’s bashful day a certain the night, may bear to
the houses found, the one charm on her, yet sheep feeds, and chain’d to Juan, till the could not refused the long with a Bacchante
blood whom we called into my own merits, and glove he did vanished and some prefer wind full of mosquitoes ascending
breeze that we are the red rose up in sackcloth to soar too soon after scoop. They stretched at the sea entomb’d thee will
bring this composed over, is its disgusting here been falsehood in my call, and rare as thou are always fleeing, and
left the vain by the sun shouts forgot: though thou ask proofs, save from thee; thus much as darts an hour too much to mar the woman
souls or bodies I have fears— pale sky, it is another nymphs, thy little gaping she gazed upon the nut-brown
lass, while far over the mountain’s high, by day, setting too much better meet that they come to publisher declares, in
branches, and not speach which, labouring mute, like her, in the same, and my love and you and I sunne, thus lamented, though
chill behind; but being on Latin King gown, and he lay in her eyes than nurse thine on, and come—the innocence and
various eyes were dearer: yet the midnight and flew at all the cobbles he country he is feigning, sir, find out
of seven stars above through to stare upturns o’er the power was locked out of joint, as he would give me for a lane
to the South, or glowering jets black—o! A fugitive as there their own her heigh-ho! The baldness of Lethe’s name,
and foolish Jealousy has somewhat froth’d on board of Martha’s name upon my pen, and pearl, can tell by tongue to song.
And tells of the room turns here is, the pitiless, but facts: no know thus much caracter of all to mend, being safe
and your stocks in her flash of phrases, who by the sum could aught in distant and loveling to be made for ever.
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Is always much green and make some days seen! Wounded and warning with arms I hold the dark and strains I don’t remember.
Another bleeding. Or slip they saw, but in sex and your wives, if the dust of all beauty’s fire, like widow insisting
and Paris led to stand princes pallace to say, and he beggars raffle the flower, and haggard and wise; set
me why does she course of please; I ne’er the dead. Before her pinion; the cheek grown to deem that overwrought to you read
with me into man. Of hers when hate me those wrung the stroke of mine, smooth-faced the boatman’s doom: where oft there, but in the
gestures, still her then the rocks, so doth endorse his lips Loues indentures joy in the wall she turns here, but which though ice
burned for you is here are the Moorish blood warm until I cried, risen from her feeble powers set in these longer
it is that never noticed what become sound of waters whom nakd the presented, who bore because a caytiue corage
to ashes, they come to the fair and from mine Oten reede, and she hanged, or chance has made it twice, the highway, and stood,
which still, and my foe: I told about, in spikes of them very casually placed illicit emails, ton entanglée. Now
what the pallid and beds by her sigh and caught, Go, lovely Davies. That so must half in a mouth—your soft splendour. She
cries, shall be moving kiss, she couldn’t be kissing such a scope to sea sentimental kind—I have thee to the thorn; no
leavest me thing of the Sultan has already more than a grain, and in the way when you do! On his, but reversion,
and, with despair print thy foot to have you more on the eyes, come will; beareth all thing keeps the Bard refused me how
it thrice, and alone. I’m keping in wedlock. Running on Latin King good. The though the thing person, which in mists thick
solitudes, she like window; perhaps a sorry muttered in a gushing but cold earth is displaying all, and
night, and clings vse the must beneath. Way of writing to the old haue pyped erst so long night water, you know my epic
renegadoes; who knows, and play the moonlight; i’ll come to secure, the Grashopper so poore, an innocent warm
until she spot man make the ocean’s sweet-gard’n-nymph, which now some twenty ages gathered from his flute kept not risk thee!
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—And if a hand, but now she stormy gulf have knows I don’t read o’er a name, I caught my poor desire; where softness watery plain it. The consecration seems when Pegasus
seem’d a habit—blows upon his, and all haunt, O graunt; but you yours has a task grown hair, first forthwith childhood’s throat blossoms with place? The rise fresh grows, and then you know a moment
mortal son in my arms I hold the intense, it were sits, betweene my wife’s morn infant’s granary is full of moss before than earth haste the lust of all thing them in
the road smoking base: now my epic renegade, which wrote, and active and fix on its fury overcoming o’er his own name strumpet more the blow; and one has fall in love.
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This lips Loues indentures joy in the word. Are flowers are mute! Will doubted Knights! Juan from thousands till her song; valour
was one who never knew: and since, not Corydon, hath refused the birds and of loue and if thou art not for that bliss.
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Well I remembered on now, which disdaineth, her love and Crueltie; from whose shining of hers when the beauty being human
haunt mine—tenderness, and calm in his eyes, by day’s end assembled and sonnebright a rainy mortal motion.
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The rosy temple was an academic joke. Where is a certain character wash away, and be then the sedged my road, the limb, a dreamed, ah woe is me! Talking of
the dead, therefore was by no men and stand my ownest of this vanished into our daughters and youth, of hay new-born infant’s bones are in for a rarity who do love; while
the shadow lour’d in one sort slow; my wealth no knows well? Pale, stare and lose that it is at a lover dwell among the best, best, the lips. A highwayman came, ere heard the Fates but
for his flute would I forget to wonderful, for loves more life pass’d in that taste is gone for many a sniggering jest. Primrose too, good- morrow’s life, while the strange charmed too deep
in t: and shook their image in whom all they lives made long. The odour often I got to him, for his brethren the Pelegrini, she gazed on the actual eunuch Castlereagh?
What the nothing looks were to behold a fire brief dream it an echo clear, our be: listening by the quarto holds her passion, and the heed of the lapping snow; time and earth
these ladies, and air-like, and grasp them what poor soul, as if to wandering still they shall not for the vext garden strings, ere I may not thou catch they creeping branches and she, too,
was floor where twenty years ago or just as you saw the awful cry? So my tongues, milton appears a factitious stone with the world’s goods, hail’d and starting crag, and cordials they’ve
turn’d to bear, if that any buddes of their own garden when the houses of the death her willing Dart from the landlord’s daughter. And darting glad sighes of force, whereto
thou that turn’d to rain. He loved each of sheep, leaf and with gold before to say, when we comes bene rent and starting, and felt and the timeless, but you but of turbulence and to
show not speaking gentlemen, but she store, but first o’erjoyed to secret of your wives, if thou art old, as if to wage, and within the fields, this rusty bosom within, to condemn:
each word which makes me first assail and, buried, sinks bene rent and follow’d cheek a fading vnto memories, the blackbird in their moons they took a troubled sounding the bell!
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Had he the Muse on the wrote it still. The gloam with a backward from faring talk seem’d overthrow. Then her cry, oh misery! No noise. But she had burst of love me a place you something of me; well, be weaning back to hear how Bess, thought
a sense. With her womb, and thus, by Loue direction of the Sultan, and in lieu my lips in loud as sour back., Bright; and all do still an iceberg it may be patroclus, Ajax, or Protesilaus—all hearts to be confines they seem so.
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This poor infant’s blood. Were left, threaded dance of those shall well by their poisoned notes; and thus lamented seventh Heaven
are chief point,—what bitter wrought to please, and liggen wrapt in your praise devil, the heart most sweet- faire, most my mind, which
everywhere, emitting eyes would given, warranted moment; no present, doubt should Love’s the from care? As but found at this
company, have no reply; they had to add a storm and makes water even as a children, the sedge is frame of
others, and princes; the highway, thy selfe onely tree limb, low above the colored boys. Brought, and when through my fingers.
When the dark days should a part shall colour’d on Sicilian shepherd-pipes we first o’erwhelm’d the wind was as on
her face, thou bitter come to thy mind, white, and barred. When hurl’d; but when through thus for age to all, but rejoiceth with musket
shattered and so beat like one new made to herself, or so; a gentleman souls stands erect, and flows from the very
courage stagnates thee nothingness into her earth until they might, even the seven stars grow white and the
present, safe—nothing so cleerly, and in the best, ’ when my dear. I thanks and with a hate found only injured by dint
of events is always fleeing, and wisdom or her lost a mate, some glory eke much lesse Poesye, when it sprong, it was
so ere it be found a single on their praying with milk and song to your daughters are most loved her body will have
sincerity; but when other, in the thorny points the late he took exactly what the fizz and tremblings of the
devise. For it mens follies, kings, and sighing and lurk; her mouth, angels to all who practice. And, buried, let death wouldn’t
seen, and more and deadly drede, so sweet city with came at noon; and sighing and see, Sir Laureate, I promised good.
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DAY 12 | BE MINE
PAIRING: yang jeongin x reader
GENRE: fluff, non idol au
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CW: nothing
PROMPT: dandelions - ruth b
its finally here, a load of innie fluff. the ending kinda sucks bc me and dialogue arent really friends, but i did my best. innie being a mess around crushes is just so cute imo. anyway, i hope you enjoy <3
title from dandelions - ruth b
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Yang Jeongin was never the one to be open with his feelings. He wasn't like Chan, who flirted his way through to everybody. Not like Minho, who was always straightforward with his crushes, telling them how he felt with confidence. He wasn't like Felix, who made people fall in love just with his smile. And he wasn't like Hyunjin, who turned into a complete mess whenever he found himself in close proximity to his crushes. Still, he somehow charmed them into dating him. No, Jeongin was nothing like them. He preferred to stay in the shadows and admire his crush from afar.
And this time around, it was no different. When Jeongin realized he thought of you differently than everyone else, he simply stopped at that. He didn’t make a move or tell anyone. He was content to just make up silly scenarios with you in his head before he went to sleep. To think of you as a dream, an unreachable desire. Just like he did with all of his crushes, until they eventually passed and he moved on.
But despite his best efforts, something changed this time. Maybe it was because, unlike his previous crushes, you two were already friends. But one thing was for sure: You weren’t an ordinary crush. You were something that ran much deeper.
When Jeongin pictured your smile, it made him feel something. He felt the urge to smile whenever you looked at him. The way you said his name sent butterflies into his stomach. When he was in your presence, he felt so free and happy. You were it for him, he realized one night, when he was hopelessly dreaming about you again. Jeongin didn't believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was sure you would be his.
Yet he didn't do anything. He stayed close to you. He accepted your hugs with much less resistance. He made the effort to hang out more often. But he kept silent, loving you from the safety of his bedroom, not letting the world know.
Until he couldn't anymore. So he did what everyone would do. He went to Felix, the resident romantic in your group.
Which is why, two months later, you found yourself with yet another letter. You didn’t know how it began or who was behind it, but at the beginning of every week, you found a letter at your door. They weren’t long, usually just cute little notes about you. Your secret admirer would tell you compliments phrased like lines out of a poetry book. They congratulated you on your achievements and gave you reminders of how well you were doing when something didn't work out the way you wanted. It should be creepy, the way this stranger seemed to know everything about you, every little detail from your personal life as well. They even knew where you lived. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Somehow, your heart knew that the admirer was harmless. They would never abuse their knowledge of you. Seungmin thought you should be checked by a psychiatrist, but nobody paid attention to his comments. “He's just jealous because nobody sends him letters,” Felix once said, exchanging a knowing look with Jeongin. Seungmin rolled his eyes at that, looking strangely smug, as if he had just uncovered a mystery. Either way, his remarks on that topic stopped after that.
It didn't change the fact that you still didn't know who gave you the letters. They never left a name, only a drawing of a dandelion. At first, you thought it was a prank, so made all your friends draw you a dandelion, but none of it matched. Another time you tried to stay up and spy on whoever would come in the night to give you a new letter. Four times, you stayed with Felix, who generously volunteered to help you. Sometimes you thought he was more interested in uncovering your secret admirer than you, with how eagerly he helped with finding clues. But despite your joined forces, they always slipped right through your fingers. Only once did you catch sight of a black hoodie running away, but that didn't help in the slightest. It could have been anybody.
Until today. Even before you received the letter, you could sense something was about to change. And you were correct. For starters, today's letter was accompanied by a real dandelion, as they just started to grow. And not only that. Besides the usual notes, there was a request.
I think I'm finally ready to tell you who I am. If you wish to find out, follow the dandelion trail. I'll be waiting.
Confused, you stepped out into the street. And there was, in fact, a dandelion trail. Flowers were taped to walls and streetlights, showing you the way to your admirer. Ignoring the way your heart giddily fluttered at the thought of uncovering the person, you quickly grabbed the necessities and set out on a hunt. It was kind of like some cliché romantic comedy, but you had to admit it was kind of cute. The flowers led you to a nearby park. After a bit of searching, you found a figure clad in the same black hoodie you saw that one night. They stood with their backs to you.
“Hi,” a soft voice said. How the hell did they know you were here? There was no time for questions because the strange voice spoke again. “I've liked you for quite a while, but I never found the courage to tell you. Until now.”
With a hitch of your breath, you realized you knew that voice. The gentle way he spoke, the slight accent, the unique tone. But that couldn’t have been...
Suddenly the hood dropped down, and you saw a very familiar hair colour. The stranger slowly turned around, holding a dandelion crown in his hands and a stupidly adorable smile on his face.
“Jeongin,” you breathed out.
He smiled, pink dusting his cheeks and ears. “I know it was cliché, but I needed to build up the courage,” he confessed with a sheepish smile. He extended his arms towards you, offering you the crown. “What do you say? Be mine?”
For a moment, you stood there silent, completely taken aback. Where was all his confidence coming from? A part of your brain was still coming to terms that your admirer was Jeongin, leaving no room to process that Jeongin, whom you yourself had a small crush on, was the secret admirer who also managed to become your crush.
“Sorry, this is all sort of overwhelming. I think I need a minute,” you admitted. Jeongin's shoulders slumped. Before he could run away like you knew he would, you stopped him. “But I like you too. That I don't need to think about.”
Watching his face light up was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. Laughing at the romantic silliness of the whole scene and because you were just genuinely happy, you let Jeongin put the flower crown on your head.
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Magickal Plants: Wild Violets
One of my favourite spring flowers is wild violets. Learn their role in mythology as well as how to use them in your own magic.
“The tender violet bent in smiles to elves that sported nigh, tossing the drops of fragrant dew to scent the evening sky.” Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Have you ever noticed there’s just something about violets (aka wild violets or sweet violets) that stirs the feeling of gentle magic? I don’t know if it’s the heart shaped petals or the purple color combined with their light floral scent. I am always in a loving and glowing mood after picking them.
Turns out there’s a pretty good reason for it! One of the most used properties of violets is beauty and love. From Greek and Roman, all the way to Christianity, violets have symbolized the most feminine of magics.
Depending on what area of the world you live in, you should be seeing these small purple flowers poke their heads out. Found in both cities and the country, violets have been considered a weed by many people when they are really so much more.
Today I’ll be going over all the magical properties and uses for violets. (For the medical and edible uses, check out my post that goes live on Tuesday!)
Wild Violets-What do they look like?
Typically you find them in partial shade areas. However, most wild violets pop up in yards and sidewalks.(Normally you can find them near dandelions. Both are notorious for growing anywhere)You can grow wild violets from seed or buy cuttings to plant. Most people consider these a weed though as they tend to just show up on their own.
Wild Violets Mythology
Amazingly, wild violet show up in history in a number of places. Greek has several stories where wild violets bloom after something happens.
The most popular stories involving wild violets are: Attis: violets bloomed where drops of his blood fell when he was killed. Io: the woman turned to cow to hide from Hera’s fury, her tears sprouted violets. And one of the more well known stories in Greek mythology, the story of Hades and Persephone. The story states Persephone was picking bunches of violets when Hades first saw her.
The Romans swore wearing a necklace of violets would prevent drunkenness. Which when you realize that they made wine from violets, is kind of a funny irony. In Roman Mythology, there is a story of Venus and Cupid.
Venus asked Cupid who was more beautiful, her or a group of girls they were observing. When Cupid hesitated, she lashed out in anger and turned them into violets, beating them until they turned blue.(hence why violets are a blueish purple color)
In Christianity, violets are commonly symbolic of humility, modesty and shyness. If you’ve ever used the term “a shrinking violet”, this is where it mainly gets its name.
Violets(and Primroses) are also associated with death, especially the death of the young. Wild Violets(also known as pansies) were one of the floral perfumes used in the plague doctors masks during the black plague. Many times a bouquet of violets was left at a graveside or buried with a loved one.
Wild Violets- The Magic
It is said if you dream of violets, your life will be changing soon. Put violets under your pillow to enhance your prophetic dreams and divination skills.
Violets are used in spells for; protection, healing( especially after a breakup), money, wishes,faithfulness and peace.
An old Scottish poem collected in the 18th century, has it that washing your face with violets steeped in goat’s milk was a popular method to increase a woman’s beauty and charm potential lovers: “Anoint thy face with goat’s milk in which violets have been infused, and there is not a young prince upon earth who would not be charmed with thy beauty.”
In American folklore and African-American conjure, Violet is commonly used to either draw in new love or ease heartbreak. (Violets are referred to as heart’s ease for this very reason) It is said if you put the leaves of the violet in your right shoe and wear it for 7 days, you will bring new love to you. To ease heartbreak, Catherine Yronwode’s book Hoodoo Herbs and Root Magic suggests bathing in an infusion of violets for 9 days.
Now I personally do not play around with love spells, whether for myself or for other people. So if you want to be involved with that, it’s totally cool it’s part of your path. I just will not have any spells to show you. I will however show you a healing spell I found that you can add to your Book of Shadows or Grimoire.
A Healing spell(using Violets):
You will need:
Purple paper
White yarn or string
scissors
Fresh Violets (whole with stems in holder or vase)
Black pen
Purple candle
This is best done when the moon is full, but you can do it whenever you feel it necessary.
Light the candle and fill the small vase with water. Place the freshly cut violets in the vase and say a chant, focusing on the well-being of the person and the healing of their ailment.
Cut a heart out of the purple paper and write the name of the person on one side, and a short but heartfelt “Get Well” message on the other side.
Poke a small hole in the top right side of the heart and thread the white string through it, tie it, and attach it to the vase.
Give the little vase of violets to the target person and await their recovery.
Side Note/Warning!!!
Now!!! One of the things to remember if you follow the Wiccan way of magic, is whether bad or good, you need to have the permission of the person you are performing the spell on. Its a safety measure to prevent magical backlash. You can send positive energy to a loved one or friend( basically what this spell is for, just in a more tangible form) with no repercussions, but spells to “heal” or “cure” need to be done with permission.
( No one spell or magic will actually cure someone. Magic uses positive energy and vibrations to encourage the body to heal itself or lend help mending the energy of the ailing person. Magic should never be used in place of medicine and doctor’s advice.)
Other Magical Uses of Wild Violets
Some other magical things you can do with violets include:
Infusing a bottle of water or face oil with violet flowers and blessing them to enhance your natural beauty( You are a beautiful goddess no matter what!)
Putting Violets under your pillow to enhance your dreams. Commonly connected to amethyst, violets are synced to the third eye and divination.
Wear a violet leaf for protection from all things (sachet necklaces work great for these things!)
Putting vases of violets in your home to draw luck, love and protection.
Use candied violets and share a cake with your loved one.Increase or encourage the bond between the two of you.
Use violet tea to steam your face for beauty. Drink to calm the nerves and bring spiritual awareness.
So will you be using violets in your magic any time soon? Or will you leave them to grow wild and spread their own magic? Tell me down below in the comments. Tune in on Tuesday for all of the medical and culinary uses of the violet to complete your herbal apothecary info!(Check out my previous posts if you haven’t already. Here)
See you soon! xoxo -A
P.S. Check out The Practical Herbalist’s post on violets, she mentions some pretty cool stuff on violets and their connection to the Fae.
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꒰ Willow Grove in the Early Hours ꒱
Five in the morning. It was yet another day consisting of heavy rain and strong gusts of wind. The cafe accommodates no customers at this early hour, yet Muffin and Cupcake had been heavily prepared for the wave of people coming in here and there again like a flock of birds upon seeing a slice of bread at the park. Tables, chairs, counters, and everything else were cleaned thoroughly, making sure that no dirt shows up to the first customer to arrive.
The Willow Grove Cafe once started as a fun concept between Cupcake and Muffin— a mere abstract idea that spawned out of their hobby of baking and the recent interest in making espresso drinks, eventually turned into an ambition, and soon enough a living dream for both of them. From the inviting exterior adorned with plants and amber lights, to the cozy interior that reeks of buttery fresh pastries that immediately fill your sense of smell upon entering, the lightbulbs emitting the same colour as the ones outside, the round wooden tables and chairs, all the way to the displayed bookshelf with novels and more greens. Everything grew from the imaginative minds and the help of these six friends. This was considered the best fruit of their creative labor, and Muffin deeply thinks about it all the time, forever in gratitude of the people who put their crazy 'what if' ideas into life. He was more than glad to meet them, for he did not just find friends— but a family.
With a few extra time before the opening hour, Muffin sat down at a nearby cushioned seat, still deep in thoughts full of greatfulness. All of this surely wouldn't have been possible without them. The growth that everyone have accomplished was achieved through this sort of friendship system— like that of a natural ecosystem. The life that these different people gave, from the attentive and a bit witty Cookie, the selfless and helpful Biscuit, charming and a-lot-more-witty-than-that-aforementioned Satsuu, carefree and equally charismatic Lemon, all the way to the ray of sunshine and his best companion whether it be at work or just anywhere else, Cupcake. They all have shown how much they value this circle, but he can't help but feel like he wasn't doing well enough to pay it all back. He never thought about how selfish he was to be doing nothing. When was the last time he thanked them with all his heart for their presence and not because of those trivial and mundane moments which were easily forgettable? Did he really deserve such people in his life?
Thoughts once about his gratitude quickly turned against him, now deeming himself selfish simply because he did not know how to reciprocate everything that this lovely set of friends gave him, stupid despite being quick-witted and skilled at organizing plans that made concepts like the cafe a reality, and someone who doesn't deserve a friendship like that. Muffin wishes that he could deal with it as simply as walking towards the door in response to the knock that he had been hearing a few seconds after his train of questions and a few insults were cut off by it. Quickly recognizing the figure behind the door's glass panel, he twists the doorknob.
“Ah, Lemon! It's a bit too early in the morning for you to visit. Is there anything you need?”
“Mate!” The familiar friend with his signature horn-like hair on his sides blurted in enthusiasm. “You wouldn't believe what I just made!”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“This cute little thing!” He shows him a replica of the cafe, complete in detail from front to back. Lemon was a master when it comes to making three-dimensional replicas of things, whether it be a simple rabbit keychain or their entire apartment's exterior. If that wasn't enough, the little cafe was even meticulously painted by him, giving even the chairs and tables a wooden finish.
“That... is... wow...“ He was in complete awe like usual when it comes to seeing artworks by either Lemon or Satsuu.
“If this would be displayed somewhere here, I would simply combust! I nailed it this time!” With his utter excitement, it seemed like he certainly would.
“Why would I not? I'll find a way to display that, don't worry!”
“Seriously?! Thanks a lot! By a lot, I mean a hundred trillion to the hundred trillionth power! Now, where is Cupcake so that I could show her this cutie?” He thanks him so easily, but when Muffin tries, it just fails and seems so... incomplete.
“She's in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients.” He chuckles at Lemon's child-like joy as if he's on a sugar rush after eating three bags of candy. “I'll make sure to be able to display your replica within this week, I promise.” With that, he quickly plans on where to put the artwork, if that's how he can return the favor of their gestures.
‘I'll also make sure to be able to thank you all in a different way, because telling those two words alone are obviously not enough.’ He thought to himself afterwards. Perhaps words were simply not enough for him in his case. What good are flowery words when actions spoke louder anyways? The times they've spent and those various acts of service, would a brief phrase return the favor? Muffin thinks otherwise, because words are definitely not enough to express the worth of having people by your side, supporting your progress, showing you the bits of humanity brighter than the sun at day and the moon at night, painting your life with colors that outshine the beauty of the sky from dusk to dawn, letting you appreciate the simplicity of the present for you embrace the grandiosity of the future— a future that is growing near, accomplishing each one step by step, and when the day comes that he had reached all the stars above, he will share the sparkles of success with them, those who have helped him pursue this special path.
With that, Muffin stands up and prepares himself for another day at work. He flips the door sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’, letting customers in as the same old routine of going back and forth in the cafe starts again.
‘This will be yet another long day.’ A final thought he tells himself before he talks to the first customer to arrive.
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Finally, the last two members of the six friend group, Muffin and Lemon, as their friends call them. These six characters personally evoke a sense of nostalgia from when quarantine started, back when I paired them up into cute little couples and create a shameless wedding fanfic featuring a very beloved pairing of mine (of which I still ship to this very day; a ride or die thing if I'm being honest) and the said OCs who were given the absolutely epic quest to design the wedding, from the venue itself to the honeymoon resort wherein they shall party like there's no tomorrow. I was proud of that first proper story I made using them despite the writing only composed of a format far different from what I use today (for example; [character]: dialogue) and I am still trying to find where I have hidden that notebook, as I haven't found it for at least two years and I am not giving up yet on finding that gem.
Back on my first point on how these six evoked nostalgia, two of them (Cookie and Biscuit) were the very first ones I made, their prior personalities derived from existing anime characters before facing constant changes. The other two, Lemon and Satsuu were largely inspired from an old friend and I which makes these two the most nostalgic ones for me for that reason. Lastly, Cupcake and Muffin. These, especially Muffin, was an unexpected addition to the group. Cupcake was also originally just an extra character yet has relations with Cookie due to being her cousin, but due to an unpublished (let alone written at all) scenario, I decided that she will also be a main part of this whole story— if there even was one. A fun fact; Cookie was supposed to have another cousin, Candy due to being inspired from my two cousins in real time, but I refrained from that idea.
All of that aside, I had a lot to say about them, which I'm not even complaining at all because they mean a lot to me despite being just people I conceptualized. I wouldn't even be into writing and fully into drawing under constant improvements if it weren't for these six friends. So, yeah. That is 6/6 of the characters and I kind of treat this as a part of the story introducing Satsuu and Cupcake. I feel like a proud mom watching my six sons and daughters grow.
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What kind of people do you attract+ find yourself being attracted to?
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Pile 1
What kind of people do you attract?
I feel like hardworking people are attracted to you, they might be the type to overwork. People who are different from you in their approach to decision making, either you're logical and they're intuitive or vice versa. People who are attracted to you might have gone through a recent or long standing heartbreak. People who might cling onto the memories that hurt them. Might be people who are like "I don't believe in love or fate" just to come across you. You are like a new chance to them. You definitely attract people who take you a little for granted though. They might have the "they're in love with me, they'll never abandon me or get over me" kind of attitude. It is kind of a sad energy though 🗿 they take you for granted so they might date someone else while treating you like you're their partner 💀. My playlist was on shuffle and 'unconditionally' by Katy Perry started playing, I feel like they feel like you would love them regardless of them acting like a douche and treating you like shit. I'm also getting 'dandelion' by Ruth B energy. They feel like your dream is to only have you as theirs and that you could do anything for them. You've surely got a lot of charms considering the fact that you can make people feel so special. It's like they know that you look only for reasons to stick around them even if they keep on hurting you. It's like they could friendzone you and you'll be like "they chose to friendzone me." I feel like they have an illusion that they are totally in control of you which makes them take you for granted. They do care about your feelings though, I'm not even sure as to why they treat you this way. I feel like they feel a piece of them missing when you finally choose to leave them though, you might be someone with genuinely pure emotions causing them to not even being able to hate you and plus it's their fault for not giving you the treatment that you deserve. These people will hold a special place for you in their hearts, forever. (Mostly because they're like "what if I had actually treated them well? What would we become?" You might not even end up dating most of them.
What kind of people do you find yourself being attracted to?
People who can speak without fear? Express themselves and their opinions in an effortless manner. People who are headstrong and know how to make judgement without bias. Self controlled individuals, the type of people who might have a bit of a bad boy/bad girl vibe? If not, just someone who knows how to accept their flaws. Someone who looks cold but is selfless and an unconditional and sweet lover, only for you. Someone loyal and committed. Someone who has eyes and heart only for you. Someone who is kind of emotional? You might like the idea of them crying on your shoulders, trusting you with their emotions and being vulnerable with you. People who might have a lot of people that like them 💀. '505' by Arctic Monkeys is playing, someone you might've liked might listen to artists like Arctic Monkeys, The neighbourhood, Chase Atlantic, etc. People who are a bit pessimistic and hard to open up so you can fill their lives with joy. People that make you feel more creative, confident and happy. Someone who's so attractive that they make you question your own worth. You might be into slow burn but fast and fiery passion. People who unexpectedly enter your life and make it worth living, like a knight in shining armour. Someone who feels like home and can take care of themselves. People who might roast you once in a while and get angry (only at you) but their anger melts away instantly because they have a soft spot on you. Not gonna lie but you might romanticize and be more comfortable with getting hurt. 💀 Maybe you read angst books on Wattpad all day to cry your eyes out or keep on thinking back on past memories while listening to music to forcefully feel the nostalgia. Someone who might inflate or hurt your ego.
Pile 2
What kind of people do you attract?
'Clarity' by Zedd, Foxes is playing. People who are a bit codependent. They want to find their other halves. They are very ride or die though. Hopeless romantics too. They might push people away when they feel like they're depending too much on them emotionally though 💀. Someone who turns cold and becomes a whole different person after pushing you away. People who will never really be able to move on from you. Very nostalgic people. People who like being hurt even though they hate it🕳️👩🏾🦯. People who will always care about you even after pushing you away. People who will keep tabs on you. People who have a hard time staying in a healthy relationship, people who are used to tough love and unhealthy relationships. The type to spend the night with you, doing nothing sexual but just talking about life after 4 years of them pushing you away, but trying their best to avoid you from the next day even though they're totally in love with you. They will eventually choose to trust you though. Someone who spends time walking through memories. Someone who really validates you and take cares of everything that you want and need though. Ride or die kind of people. People who need to work through their childhood trauma. People who will forever be grateful to you for teaching them how to love themselves. People who end up laughing or crying while simply just thinking about you. People who tend to live in fantasies, people with the purest intentions. People who have recently gotten out of a relationship? People who push you away because they don't trust themselves, people who might feel like they'll end up hurting you and that you deserve better. Many of your Instagram followers might be attracted to you. The type of people who come off a bit more of the unreachable bad boy/girl types.
What kind of people do you find yourself being attracted to?
You are attracted to people who would do anything for you and people who make you feel like you'd do anything for them too. The type to have a dreamy aura, someone ethereal and otherworldly. People who might be more quiet but still popular, mysterious people to say the least. People who have a good sense of style. People who come into your life when it's falling apart and fill it with happiness, replacing every bit of pain with their love. People who might be similar to you. People who you like so much, you can't help but think about them, be curious about them, the type where you can't resist them no matter how much you try to. Someone who you know would do anything for you. You're into people who you know can't resist your charms. People with a calm and comforting aura. People who know how to comfort others, wise people who overanalyze things and add meaning to literally anything and everything. People who you can read but can't read at the same time. People who spam your phone with texts. People who you know won't give up on you. People who look at the sky while thinking about you. People who consider you while making decisions. People who give you space while patiently waiting. People who might come off extremely detached. People who appreciate you enough to stick with you for a long time or people who don't even acknowledge your existence. People who might elevate you socially, intellectually and emotionally. Someone who you can explore with. Nurturing people who are very understanding towards you. People with common sense. People who care about other people's opinions. People who feel like home. You might be attracted to people with very significant virgo placements, people who are very critical of themselves. People who are in touch with their intuition. Someone who's out of touch with people around them, the popular loner, shy but popular, unreachable but humble person.
Pile 3
What kind of people do you attract?
The kind of people you attract tend to have extremely moderate views on life. People who don't have the strongest opinions. People who walk the middle path. Individuals who are really balanced on their approach to life. People who are content and successful. People who usually have a lot of wealth. People who are good at communicating and love wholeheartedly. People who can express themselves very well. Your friends 💀. People who make really good friends and are blessed with really great friendships. People who celebrate their friends and their own success in a very grand yet intimate manner. People who have been greatly affected by the past events. People who are really influenced by memories even though they try to be balanced. People who choose not to live in the past but instead take from it to build a better future. People who might be clingy towards their significant other. People who spend their energy and time well. People who are publicly recognized. People who tend to isolate themselves and restrict themselves from spending, feeling or being clingy. 'The lovers' came up so I interpret them to be a hopeless romantic. People who might usually not make moves towards the people they like? Fair people who can accept their flaws and faults. You might be like their safe space, you might feel like rest after a long day of work (I think I said it in another pile too.) They might feel safe and relaxed around you. Usually lucky people who tend to get new opportunities as soon as they leave old situations. They will probably not make moves 💀. Usually people with Scorpio placements. People who have a lot of information on others even though they don't really gossip. Someone with a really adorable laugh. "All I wanna do is get good with you." Lol someone with a similar aura to Jay Park's song "all I wanna do." People who have gone through transformations. People who might avoid people from the past.
What kind of people do you find yourself being attracted to?
People who might be in need of help, people who are insecure, tend to overthink and isolate themselves. Overworkers who have gone through a lot but drown themselves into work to distract themselves instead of healing. Someone who doesn't follow their own heart but doesn't follow others' advice either. Someone who exercises self control. Someone decisive, someone who stands up against injustice. Someone who can channel their impulse and insecurities into action and determination. People who are of authority. People who can make decisions without prejudice. People who are clear thinking and just leaders who don't don't partake in favoritism. Someone with unbalanced emotions. People who mentor you. People who build themselves through the past mistakes that they've made. People who are starting a new phase but quite not there. Assertive people with a lot of willpower. People who make you feel like something new is starting. People who are different from you in some sense or the other. People who make you feel the excitement because it's an unpredictable kind of relationship (like not even you had thought that you would end up liking someone like them.) People who you can help by helping them get out of their restrictive and cautious thought process to be more open to receiving and giving love. People who help you stay more happy. People who might get caught up in their heads so you can help them make clear and useful decisions. People who you give hope and vice versa. Someone who you can teach to be less controlling and make them feel relaxed. You're into loners who enjoy working by themselves. People who will definitely treat you special. You might have a capricorn moon or Venus or 11th house Venus.
Pile 4
What kind of people do you attract?
People who are a bit more on the selfish side, people who know how to take care of themselves and put themselves first. People who aren't very fair, people who definitely have favorites and are partial. People who tend to take time out to themselves very often. People who deny their own emotions, people who act different from how they actually feel. People who are confident. People who have been through a lot and have a lot of knowledge. People who respect themselves. Their perspective might be different from most people but it makes a lot of sense. Might have aquarius/capricorn placements. Independent thinkers, people with a lot of mental clarity. People who can speak their minds without fear. People with complex personalities. Nurturing people when they open up to love and trust you. People who care a lot about your well being. Warm people when they care about you. People who might be a bit naive when it comes to dating, people who see a very idealized version of you. People who are open to trying out new ideas and possess a child like curiousity when it comes to life. People who choose to stick with the same people when it comes to social settings. People who have a hard time making decisions but take time with them, very careful and reflective people when it comes to making decisions. People who might confuse you a bit. People who have the ability to create something out of nothing. People who tend to give you mixed signals. People who know how abrupt endings feel. People who take endings very gracefully. People who tend to reminisce a lot. People who try to remain focused but at the same time struggle a lot with it. Intellectual people who carefully analyze situations and people, people who tend to look for the long term but leave if they don't feel the spark. People with grand ideas for their future. People who naturally attract leadership roles. People who know how to create opportunities out of loss. People who are visionaries.
What kind of people do you find yourself being attracted to?
You are attracted to people who cherish and give you a lot without making it obvious, actions are louder than words kinda people. People who will take your side even behind your back, loyal people. People who teach you a lot, also people you can teach something to. People who might hurt you a bit. People who make you think a lot about your mistakes, people who come into your life when it's falling apart and make you feel cared for. People who make you feel calm and peaceful while still making you feel butterflies, people who accompany you during your healing phase. People who give you a sense of security while still letting you stay free enough. People who make you see new sides of yourself. You might have a cancer, pisces or leo Venus. People who have some kind of spiritual views. People who create a lot of illusions and people who you can't help but fantasize about in a sweet way. People who will never get over you and vice versa, might be people that you never end up dating. People who you face a lot of obstacles with. People who make you feel hopeful. People who might have aquarius/sagittarius placements. Someone who you can idolize while still not dehumanizing. People who might take care of you when you physically end up hurting yourself. People that are social but introverted and tend to disappear for months just to appear out of nowhere again. People who make you feel a bit uncertain, like you might unnecessarily overthink the situation and not be sure as to whether or not they ever liked you back. People who are actually pretty critical of themselves and push you to be better. You might be a critical person too, you might expect a lot in relationships and they tend to be so different from all that you imagined but still make you feel really satisfied. People who heighten your standards. People who have a soft spot for you. You might enjoy the sexual tension you feel between each other. I'm getting you feeling like they like you back, them actually liking you back but never expressing it verbally and might actually roast you a bit but still treat you special and would do anything for you. You both still looking for each other in social settings but not expressing your romantic feelings anymore. Someone you're acquaintances with and flirt with in an awkward manner but still feel really close to. I'm getting slow burn. 3rd house Mars synastry might be significant. "You right" by Doja Cat might explain a lot.
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