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Wonderful moments

I take this pledge apon my heart and honour it every day. I will cherish admire and challenge true happiness within the existence of our eternal flame. No words will define or describe your imprint on my heart. In my arms you fill every part of body with undefined energy only dreamed of by many. Your touch lifts me beyond the boundaries of sheer happiness and in your absence fills my mind with dreams of your return. I hope the magic dust on your wings will always help you find your way home. How can time go so fast when together we laugh at the smallest of things yet so slow when your not near. Like shifting sands in the desert I hope for your return before night falls. Yet so long I only see one set of footprints in the sand. I know your there I feel you like your heart you once gave me beats next to mine. I know our adventure was not completed, our story half written and our love tested. Is it one that is never ending those blank pages existing as what could of been????. I hold onto the ljggt, sitting at end of the peir watching the beautiful colours in the sky as the sun sets remembering you sitting next to me. The shells in the jar still sit there waiting for our next creation. So many cities yet to explore. Maybe i know not what there is now to call home. I wrote this not in sadness but in celebration of the times we shared together. I write to realise that the only way to respect your love is to remember to stop looking backwards because if I wasn't I would of realised your footprints in the sand were in front of me. Shifting sands have no rest like the eternal candle you lit inside my heart it's flicker dancing like we did into the hours of the next day. Dancing to the beat of that loud music or sitting silent in the holiest of places, I could see your eyes lift as you smiled rejuvenating your soul and mine. I never felt such laughter from with than or crazy antics allowed us. Your challenged me to be happy like I had challenged you before. No gift is greater than feeling even for an instant that your are where you belong. No walls, no shelter, no place has true meaning unless it's shared with someone you love. So as my smile is from ear to ear, my cheeks lifted and eyes wide open I write this to say thank you. Freedom is only what you allow yourself to givebut when that freedom has someone there to share it with you have been given a gift. One that for so many cannot be described in words or even felt...that is true... LOVE

Luka - deciding on what to wear on round 7 to face Till

[insert heavy breathing]

me, scream singing while driving: HE SAYS BILL I BELIEVE THIS IS KILLING ME AS A SMILE RAN AWAY FROM HIS FACE WELL IM SURE THAT I COULD BE A MOVIE STAR IF I COULD GET OUT OF THIS PLACE

billy joel on the piano man legacy edition cover:

missing someone bad for you

trista mateer / trista mateer / sue zhao / u.k / u.k / clementine von radics / trista mateer

inspired by this

Tom on more of Owen's s2 improv (x)

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🤍 ‿I long to be slightly caressed by your fingertips slowly ravaging my silky olive skin. I long for your lips to suckle every centimeter of the contour of my body. I long for your arms to lure me into you as my body arches into you. Our bodies become one. It is you that my heart, body & soul belong to. With solely one thought of you, I begin to feel my silky skin heighten. You've subdued yourself into me. That whenever I'm not with you, it's as if I can't breathe. I need your. I need to hear your voice, my aphrodisiac. For your my own form of heroine. My own personal drug that soothes my blood pumping throughout my body. I need you in order to function, to survive. I need to feel your lips upon me. Your chest pressed up against me. Your body entwined into mine. I yearn for you & only you, my darling horizon.⁀🤍

Written: October 23, 2023

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bruh, just give him back his kids

I'm also still laughing that he really showed up, introduced himself as an Archivist of the Cobalt Soul, and then insinuated that they were going to go extrajudicially hunt down, capture, and "interrogate" a Cerberus Assembly Archmage. Sir, archivists do not do that kind of thing, least of all on their own, LEAST OF ALL with a bunch of random hooligans they were just sent to collect for an unrelated excursion. Quite honestly, that was the thing I kept going back to in evidence of, there is absolutely no way this is a legit archivist.

Obsessed with the way that Nemesis would steal your money, buy items or boons you might need, destroy doors to rooms where you might get a beneficial boon or item.

And the only way for this to not happen? You have to be better than her at it.

I've bought the items she'll be watching in Charon's shop (she's like "hey!") or run ahead and got into the room I wanted to before she has a chance to, or beat her at her wager. Mel has to be more an asshole towards her than she is towards Mel.

Literally kudos to Supergiant for making an actual nemesis out of Nemesis lmao.

it feels fitting that @somerandomdudelmao's most recent update inspired me to draw my First Successful Mikey Ever

srry i havent posted in a while i've been Really busy but hopefully will have more time to draw/write soon >:]

I was relistening to Ruthlessness and I heard Poseidons “43 left under your command” and I immediately thought of the “558 men who died” part of The Underworld and oh my god he remembered to include that one guy who got drunk and fell off of Circe’s roof that’s amazing