#what a charmed life my Dandelion lives

[acornered]

yet another entry in the lapdog saga / these pythons sure can ball

[hiimawarish]

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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[lucianalight]

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.

[psychedelic-ink]

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. 

[slowdive1994]

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[dandelionflowery]

Intro post!

(breast cancer awareness post here/the legends of tumblr here, variations here and here , alt link for number 7/arch nemesis Cynthia here) [the two topics are wholly unrelated]

HII!!

My name on the internet is Dandelion, but you can call me whatever you like honestly. It's so hard to find a good name around here, the fae keep stealing them

I use any pronouns, online people default to they/them, IRL people default to she/her, you can use whatever you feel like!

I'm aroace 🧡💛🤍🩵💙 and my gender is up to interpretation lol

I'm 17 and I live in France but I have both French and American citizenship (so i do speak both french and english)

I'M A YEAR AWAY FROM BEING AN ADULT HELP

I have both scoliosis (diagnosed, 45°) and probably dyslexia (not officially diagnosed but all the internet tests I did were screaming at me to go get an official diagnosis- as has life lol) and those two really hate each other who deCIDED SCOLISOIS SHOULD BE SPELLED THE WAY IT IS (if i spell it correctly be aware that either I copied it from somewhere, or i thought about it for WAY too long, or it was a monkeys on keyboards thing)

I also probably have some form of undiagnosed neurodivergence, i think autism and some hints of adhd :)

I created a blog just for reblogging shit (aptly named @dandelionflowery-reblogs) but i suck at tagging stuff on most of my accounts 😭

I'm not often super active on here, at least not regularly, mostly because I have way too many classes but sometimes I go absolutely insane and spend like an entire day on here (oops)

actually i'm most active on here I think now lol

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I like:

- Harry Potter (Drarry, Deamus, Romione, Linny are my main ships but there's a decent chance you could get me to like a specific portrayal of just about any pairing lol) [also fuck jkr]

- The Marauders (WOLFSTARRR! Also Jily and aroace Peter and maybe Remadora. Same thing as before: open to other pairings [I know of and appreciate the ships with the girls but usually I'll lean towards the first ones mentioned actually I'll lean towards wolfstar with background Jily and aa battery Peter)

- Reading and books in general

- Fanfics, fanart!! (Both writing/drawing them and reading/simping for them)

Speaking of which, I have a side blog that's actually technically marauders themed! @mybrain-fanficedition

- Interactions on here!!

- there's probably some other stuff I like but I can't think of anything rn

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I don't like:

- Following from above, I said I was open to pretty much any pairing, ... I lied lol

Idk what jegulus did to me but i just don't like it for some reason (jegulily? lovely. jily? fantastic. jegulus? less.)

- Also the usual list of if you're pro-genocide, homophobic transphobic uh racist, pedophile or just a generally mean person

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I like talking to people even if you don't know what to say just say hi!

Also I have other social media, come find me if you want!

@/flowerydandelion, @/dandelionfloweryart and @/wands.swords.and.books on Instagram!

On Ao3 I'm like 90% sure it's DandelionFlowery and uh probably similar usernames on Discord and Reddit [though I'm not often active on there]

Wait if I link my ao3 that means i need to actually post my fics lol

Leave comments if you read my fics, I love feedback!! (or just leave kudos, it makes me irrationally happy lol)

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tags about my current wips featuring really bad summaries:

#third time's the charm- Lily

(not going to be the actual title i think but first i have to write it, we'll worry about titles later)

Lily decides canon sucks and she's going to do something about it

woah i wasn't lying when i said really bad summaries

> Canon happens once, and Lily watches over her son from the afterlife. When canon gets to the scene in DH where Harry gets to see his parents again, something happens and Lily finds herself back in the past, reliving her life from Harry's birth on. She plans, dies and learns. The third time, she's ready.

#our broken hearts- an ode to wolfstar (this one is subject to change bc that title is way too sappy for me)

Sirius dated Peter. And Marlene. And Lily. And James. And then Remus?

>Originally this started in the tags of some post and i mentioned Sirius x Peter, and it blew out of proportion.

>Sirius spends many years finding out who he likes, and ends up with Remus after a lot of experimenting.

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totally normal link trust me :)

if you still trust me (and why shouldn't you?), here's the ULTIMATE PRIDE FLAG lol)

let's see how trustworthy you think i am

wanna see some stuff i wrote? (warning, a friend said it took them half an hour to read just the main bit lmao)

an apology 1 | 2

useful tumblr post about hobbies

SNAIL CROSSING SNAIL CROSSING SNAIL CROSSING

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side blogs: @x-lovegood @xenophilius-quibbler (Xenophilius Lovegood rp) @sybilances (Sybill Trelawney rp) @bleidd-ddyn (Remus Lupin rp)

@antheia-anthousai (nymph oc)

@mybrain-fanficedition (as mentioned above)

@am-i-a-crab (crab army!!)

+ another two gimmick blog but i'm not saying which ones >:) [maybe i should, they're both still active lmao]

small + pink means dead accounts lol

[lovefrombegonia]

You know....somehow...my eruri and everlark brainrot resurfaced because of my cravings for more turning chapters. I was like wow...my brain is just so hungry for this particular dark hair x bright hair ships that it is going back down memory lane and sparking back all my past dark hair x bright hair ships brainrot. Good. Good. Very normal of you, saya. I am rewatching erwin levi episodes. I am rereading my fav eruri fics. I am reading thg from peeta's pov fanfic. I just listened to thg audiobook again. What's next huh?? Sasunaru? Nooooooooooooooo I can't go back there....

You know what makes the brainrot worse? There is so much ✨ material ✨

Eruri? Their official status is basically "Not canon...or are they~~". Literally, all the OFFICIAL ARTS are SCREAMING that eruri be fucking in the office!!! Old married husbandos. Old man yaoi. Goofy ass Erwin and the black cat Levi, it is perfection. And Isayama ships them for sure. He won't say it out loud but he does. Have you read the manga?? Watched the anime??? The side stories???? Bruh...Attack on Titan? More like Attack on Old Man Yaoi.

Everlark...do I even need to speak? No. I don't. I just need to point at the three books, four movies, one hundred promotions, and their soulmatism basically sparking a revolution that crushed, not one, but TWO dictators at the same time. bUt gALe---who??? I don't know her. *evil laughter* Peeta just living his best trad wife life. Frolicking in the dandelion fields in his best pastel outfits, playing with his two beautiful kids, while Katniss returns after hunting a deer or something.

Narusasu? Aiyo, just watch the 4000 Naruto episodes. At one point, even I was getting annoyed at Naruto's simp ass. Like, my brother in konoha, you need to stand up.

And you know what OH MY GOD IT JUST HIT ME-- KISHYU IS JUST A COMBO OF ALL OF THEM!!! OH MY FUCKING GODS AND GODDESSES!!!?!?!!????!!!!!!! Yuder is the child of the forest, coming from a lower class, who is a fucking great fighter, sharp, street smart, and prefers to choose violence, and he also did cause his blondie's death. Kishiar is as high society as one gets with him being a Duke with imperial blood, smart af, would use violence if needed but prefers mind games and conspiring, goofy ass lover but charming, and a commander from a prominent family.

In short, I love them all!! Ok. I am done. I stop rambling now.

[dojae-huh]

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)

[peace-coast-island]

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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[choysum]

someday, things will be different.

someday, the ghosts will move out. we'll pitch them off the cliff into such sharp rocks that even the filament is dashed to pieces, and we will leave their graves well-decorated by the seaside, and the cottage all covered in flowers and rot. nature will reclaim it without us.

then we will move to the city for a few years. (it's what the young do best.) and these years will be filled with trains and neon and heartbreak outside movie theaters and making up on the swings in the park at three am. I will kiss you in the rain and you will twirl your umbrella over us so our angels can catch the flying water on their tongues. you'll do my eyeliner like the girl in the picture, and I'll pull you in just to mess up your lipstick and smear it all over both of us. I'll leave dandelions pinned by post-it poetry on the apartment door, so that even when you and I have odd hours, my words can still carry through part of your day. you'll teach and I'll take up a hundred little odd jobs while claiming I'm "still finding my passion".

then we will move out of the city, because it smells and people are rude and I've been finding less kindness in the busstop strangers lately, but really it's just because we're not so young these days. we'll find a new favorite cafe and spot for dinner, and both of these places will be far more affordable, and we'll be saying we should have done this years ago. I'll get antsy like I do and drive out to every surrounding town and take you on adventures through them, and you'll find even more things than I did to love. we'll adopt an animal and grow native plants in the garden and I'll be so frustrated that first year after two-thirds of them die off, and then I'll plant a million more of the third that didn't. we'll visit my sister in the spring (by then you and her will be quite familiar) and she'll ask if we're happy, and we'll say yes. we'll stir up petty little dramas because really nothing's been wrong between us for a very long time, and sometimes it's fun to play-fight and let somebody win so the other one can "make it up" to them.

then we'll live happily ever after. the blanket you made us will grow old in our closet. every letter we ever wrote to each other is kept in the same shoebox in the shelf above it. our library is filled with poetry and real-life webweavings form the wallpaper and we write on everything because we're just horrible with it, ink perpetually smeared on the sides of our hands because we simply never learn and after fifty years we've decided we really shouldn't bother with learning better at all. I'll know every line of your hand.

(- we would have to come to an agreement about how to handle the spiders. you'll probably want to leave the city before I do. I'll use "we're young and queer" as an excuse for everything even up into those fifties and charm you into agreeing with me.)

the cottage covered in flowers, Still Life With Tomato Plant and Sword, an artists' haven on a cliff surrounded by jagged rocks but still the temptation to cliff dive. tombstoning is such a peculiar name for a sport, don't you think?

i have so often the trains and heartbreak and moving to a new city, i know i can hardly go a day without moaning about it - to whom do i have to kneel and pray to receive the warmth of equally returned love. I'll do your eyeliner but the last time i purposefully brough an umbrella with me on a trip was the summer before uni when i was scared this friendship was going to spark out in the next few months of living hours apart and i thought the least i could do would be to have an umbrella to hold over us two (i got very rained on - held it almost exclusively over them, but that can be our secret)

i have to keep reminding myself im just the receptacle to store these snippets of poetry you write because i read them and imagine them, envisage them so desperate to uproot from this life into that. maybe we're in America - would you take me to my first drive in movie if i smiled up at you just so? green thumb? i know what makes your heart ache but not if you prefer cats or dogs

ill draw us a map of all the places we hold dear, I'll have been collecting ticket stubs and receipts for us since before there was an 'us' in your heart to begin with

[shmowder]

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.

-

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.

-

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.

[magicalellafontaine]

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

[gillianthecat]

thoughts while watching

Be My Favorite episode 2

* Pink hair steaks! Someone mentioned it on here and I haven't met the guy yet, but I like them in the opening credits.

* Kawi acts like a 10 year old throwing a tantrum. Isn't he supposed to be 30? If this keeps up I may find him too annoying to like, despite the character theoretically being interesting to me.

* "You're right about one thing. I'm hot." 😂 Ok Pisaeng, no false modesty here, I see. Campus King my beloved.

* Sorry bud, but how do you make it to 30 without realizing other people get lonely. Ah, well he is self aware about this at least.

* Pisaeng is somehow already endeared by this disaster of a human being. I shall endeavor to see Kawi through his eyes. (Endeared is very charming on Pisaeng.)

* omg this confession that wasn't a confession... that maybe isn't so fake after all? 👀 i am so curious to get a glimpse inside Pisaeng's mind. This moment was well done.

* This caretaking is so sweet and careful.

* The time travel dandelion takes him between specific moments. That's a good way to set it up. There's no room in our tight schedule of falling in love for accidental detours to 1993. Or last Tuesday.

* [I'm still not warming up to Krist's acting, alas. I may have to think of this character more as a concept than an embodied person.]

* Ouch.

* And changing the past changes the present! So what is their relationship in this iteration of it? Ah! Kawi's now their best man.

* Time travel is always tricky to write. I guess the approach they're using here is that Kawi doesn't remember any of the changed intervening years? He's mentally on one path, bouncing back and forth, while everyone else's memories change based on how Kawi changed the past and the effects rippling out from that. And it seems like he can only go back to the past (2015) at the point he left it? Which is a wise choice, so that the events of 2015 will proceed in a linear manner.

* Such an earnest determined boy. So proud of him for taking the chance to stop hiding himself away. And I'm pretty sure something's going to go wrong 😂

* I think I actually like Pear more with the way she's ignoring Kawi here. She's gonna be nice to everyone, but she has her own life to live, thank you very much.

* Pisaeng is flirting so hard with Kawi and he has no idea, he's so fixated on his preexisting idea of the world.

* Pink highlights is here! Let's found out who he is... Oooh. I think I like him. Max. And I'm glad to see that Kawi is also trying to fix other things in the past besides "losing" Pear. Currently I'm most intrigued about what went down with Max and him.

* God, this poor kid is running around trying to fix everything at once. He's winning my sympathy with this.

* Um... Not so sure that it's a good idea to give the time travel mcguffin away. (I assume he's going to fail though so it will be fine 😂) He's very fixated on the idea that giving her this one specific object will fix everything and give him the life he wanted. It's actually a very plausible emotion, getting stuck that way.

* 🤣 I guess I paused a second too early; he figured that one out on his own.

* Oh good, Pisaeng at least thinks he should confess he's not the secret buddy, even if he doesn't manage to do it. I like Pear's friend. And the over vibe of awkwardness in this classroom scene.

* Oh, but I suddenly remembered during this argument in the bedroom, that Pisaeng was Kawi's secret buddy. Did he ever give him anything??

* Also, love how you keep yelling at Pisaeng that he's handsome, bud. Certainly it doesn't mean anything.

* Pisaeng is so endeared by all of Kawi's bad behavior. Every pot has its lid, etc. Kawi's already making himself into his sugar baby lol. (But I am curious as to how P&P ended up engaged after all this.)?

* So ummm... Kawi is actually 30 here... but he's acting like a 7 year old kid. I mean, it's obviously working for Pisaeng; he's charmed beneath his outward annoyance. But what's going with Kawi? Is he letting his inner child out, as part of his steps to redoing his past? Is it because he's figured out that Pisaeng likes it?

* Pear is like, "ok? It's just a secret buddy thing, why would I be mad over it?" And her express when Pisaeng gets up to go—"please don't leave me along with this weirdo." So far she (and the mysterious Max) are my faves.

* Interesting watching this one along with Star Struck. Very different tone re. class difference issues.

* I saw gifs of The Kiss on my dash, so let's see how it happens. Pisaeng looks drunk and miserable stumbling into Kawi's room. That was a desperate lunge, a man reaching for a life raft. And a cliffhanger!

* Oh my goodness, and of course Pisaeng went back to the claw machine to win a the blue thing for his starting-to-become-a-big-crush. That is the cutest thing. I like that despite his incipient crush he so far shows no jealousy of Kawi going after Pear; he's in fact eager to help and try and make Kawi happy with it. Does Pisaeng not yet realize he's getting a crush? Does he know that he's queer?

* Aww and he spends hours and a fortune in tokens and doesn't even get it 🥺 (at least that they'll show us this episode). I kinda adore him, whatever his taste in men.

The end. So far I neither love nor hate this show. There's a lot a like, some stuff that doesn't really work for me (mainly Kawi, at least as depicted by Krist) but enough to intrigue me to keep watching.

Now I'm going to go read what everyone else has been saying about it!

[kokkuri---san]

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.

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

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.

[libidomechanica]

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.