This Life Shit Is Getting Boring. I Need A Magic Pony Or Something Man

Reminder that things can change. Reminder that things can get better. Reminder that just because things are the way they are now, that doesn't mean they have to be that way forever.

It's not set in stone.

I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way

no because i dont think you understand the absolute god maydayparade8123 is to pjo fanfiction

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE PJO!!! BECAUSE I DO, I LOVE IT.

!!you guys

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this but 2023

time to waste the last month of 2013 on the internet

Bears are so right about hibernation

sorry but I am not subscribing to our society's disgusting obsession with youth. when I turn 30 I'm going to be really happy and throw a party and be elated at how much I will have grown by then, the same way I did when I turned 10 and celebrated finally being 'double digits'. When I turn 40 I will be ecstatic. There are good and bad things about every age but there is no way my 20s are going to be the best years of my life because I am still barely getting to know myself. By 30 I hope to be very well-acquainted

source? i felt it in my heart

the color purple

It was the way you saw me, like I was a cherry a day too ripe, the bruise you got while scraping your knee from when you were five ( it hasn’t left, it never will ) , the color my eyelids saw when they were mourning the loss of never being known by you,  how you imagine jellyfish to look like ( don’t touch it, don’t touch it )

I touch it, I am consumed, I transform. I did not drown, I chose to break the dominion.

A spare gravestone, I fall  on it. It’s blurry ( the death of reappropriation )  the absurd moth you saw from your window sill , the act of letting it linger for far too long, a written letter that your mother tore out of anger, a wounded deer that won’t let anyone touch her ( stay away ) ( but it’s calling to me ) (or do you want to be called out to )

Sickly smooth, easy to touch. Soap covered hands, I bring them to my eyes, they sting. ( I thought it wouldn’t, not to this extent

But it is also feeling jealousy for the first time, it is also smelling burnt popcorn that my best friend made, I laugh ; it’s soft , it is okay

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