Hey Prom Ophelia checked the door again, for what had to be for the fifteenth time, in vain hope their ride was here. That Ariel understood; that Ariel expected. It was the double take that made Ariel curious enough to lean into the doorway. They both grinned and Ophelia let loose a whistle of appreciation.Hey Prom
“Hey! Hey, hot stuff! You goin’ anywhere tonight?” Jareth’s mouth tightened in the mirror, a warning before the glare sent over his shoulder. “Fuck off.” Ophelia tilted her he
Of Mums and Skulls - IV I was walking on the side of the road, in the early hours of the morning, with nothing more than my trench coat, my tennis shoes, and my Pjs. It wasn’t the brightest thing I’d ever done, but I wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders either. Being consumed with grief because a dear friend verbally slapped you in the face can do that to a body. Part of me couldn’t believe what Jareth had said to me – that part was the one still in shock, with tears rolling down her face. The other part of me was quiet; it agreed with him. Los Dia de los Muertos is supposed to be a celebration of what the person diOf Mums and Skulls - IV
leitmotif(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely man’s hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people don’t sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sam’s recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the firleitmotif
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Note to self: hitting CTRL + ALT + any arrow key does interesting things to your viewing window.
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You Just Gotta DGAF
It's a wonderful and imaginative piece. Especially the mushroom. Really loving the mushroom.
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Rawr.
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You Just Gotta DGAF
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It's one of those days when you want to stand up on the desk in the middle of the class and scream, at the top of your lungs as high a note as you can manage, "HOW IS THIS RELEVANT TO THE LIFE I'LL LEAD WHEN I'M OUT OF HERE?"
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sabii
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