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this blog is an archive. nell has been moved to another, private blog.
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okay this will happen tonight <3Ā
nell will be moving to a private, friends only blog next week.
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( but I keep hurting them after I know theyāre not going to tell me anything. because they deserve it. and because Iām angry. and helpless. and for that, i feel shameā¦ )
#until i remake nell im here.#( ... ) Ā Ā SELF PROMO Ā Ā ā Ā Ā SO DJ SAY MY NAME LIKE ITāS MY BIRTHDAY.
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nell will be moving to a private, friends only blog next week.
#i love her... i just dont have consistent enough muse right now for her to be a real blog.#i'll move threads over / asks over <3#( ... ) Ā Ā OUT OF CHARACTER Ā Ā ā Ā Ā BUT I COME BACK STRONGER THAN A 90S TREND.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā bruce wayne. Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā heāsĀ Ā takenĀ Ā aback,Ā Ā byĀ Ā theĀ Ā sheerĀ Ā UNSELFISHĀ Ā natureĀ Ā ofĀ Ā herĀ Ā movements,Ā Ā andĀ Ā itāsĀ nothingĀ Ā shortĀ ofĀ Ā beautiful.Ā Ā sadnessĀ Ā fillsĀ Ā upĀ Ā lungs,Ā Ā Ā andĀ Ā heĀ Ā exhalesĀ Ā nothingĀ Ā butĀ Ā pureĀ Ā GRIEF.Ā Ā onĀ Ā VERYĀ Ā specialĀ Ā daysĀ Ā ANGERĀ Ā canĀ Ā beĀ Ā seenĀ Ā beneathĀ Ā blueĀ Ā hues.Ā heāsĀ Ā beenĀ Ā carryingĀ Ā t.sĀ Ā eliotĀ Ā Ā šš”šĀ Ā š°šš¬ššš„šš§šĀ Ā aroundĀ Ā forĀ Ā weeks.Ā Ā itāsĀ nowĀ thatĀ heĀ Ā decidesĀ Ā toĀ lookĀ Ā downĀ Ā atĀ Ā cover,Ā Ā AVOIDINGĀ Ā herĀ Ā gazeĀ forĀ Ā heĀ Ā fearsĀ Ā thatĀ Ā someoneĀ Ā mayĀ Ā seeĀ Ā WEAKNESS,Ā Ā theĀ Ā uncomfortabilityĀ Ā thatĀ Ā ISĀ Ā bruceĀ Ā wayne.Ā Ā suchĀ Ā anĀ Ā uncomfortableĀ Ā maskĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā baresĀ Ā all,Ā Ā andĀ Ā allowsĀ Ā himselfĀ Ā toĀ Ā beĀ Ā aĀ Ā WALKINGĀ Ā WOUND.Ā Ā poorĀ Ā boyĀ Ā ( ! )Ā Ā areĀ Ā theĀ Ā whispersĀ Ā asĀ Ā theyĀ Ā RUMINATEĀ Ā onĀ Ā justĀ Ā howĀ Ā aĀ Ā wayneĀ Ā couldĀ Ā beĀ Ā soĀ Ā š©šš¢š§šš®š„š„š²Ā Ā šš°š¤š°šš«š.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā longĀ Ā fingersĀ Ā pickĀ Ā upĀ bookĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā finallyĀ Ā getsĀ Ā enoughĀ Ā courageĀ Ā toĀ Ā meetĀ Ā herĀ Ā gaze,Ā Ā āĀ Ā iāmĀ soĀ sorryĀ Ā ā¦Ā āĀ Ā AWKWARDĀ Ā almostĀ Ā seeminglyĀ painedĀ smileĀ Ā passesĀ uponĀ Ā visage,Ā Ā āĀ Ā iĀ Ā hadĀ Ā noĀ Ā ideaĀ .Ā . .Ā āĀ Ā looksĀ downĀ Ā atĀ Ā watchĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā seesĀ Ā justĀ Ā HOWĀ Ā MUCHĀ Ā timeĀ Ā hasĀ Ā passed,Ā Ā āĀ Ā shop?Ā āĀ Ā Ā š šššš¢š§š Ā Ā š®š©Ā fromĀ Ā tableĀ Ā asĀ heĀ Ā throwsĀ Ā anĀ Ā extraĀ Ā twentyĀ Ā onĀ theĀ Ā table,Ā Ā āĀ Ā doĀ youĀ Ā needĀ Ā aĀ ride?Ā āĀ Ā reachingĀ Ā forĀ Ā BLACKĀ Ā JACKETĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā looksĀ Ā outside,Ā Ā āĀ Ā mightĀ beĀ Ā aĀ goodĀ Ā ideaĀ Ā ā¦Ā Ā wouldĀ Ā getĀ Ā youĀ Ā thereĀ Ā onĀ Ā timeĀ āĀ Ā Ā thenĀ Ā FINALLYĀ Ā noticingĀ Ā rain,Ā Ā āĀ Ā aĀ Ā rideĀ Ā wouldĀ Ā beĀ Ā aĀ goodĀ Ā ideaĀ āĀ Ā aĀ Ā GENTLEĀ Ā smile,Ā Ā moreĀ Ā COMFORTABLEĀ Ā withĀ eachĀ Ā passingĀ Ā moment.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ššš«š¤Ā Ā šš„šØš®šš¬Ā Ā šš¢š«šš„šĀ Ā š šØšš”šš¦Ā Ā ,Ā Ā theĀ Ā THREATĀ Ā ofĀ Ā aĀ thunderstormĀ Ā notĀ Ā farĀ Ā offĀ Ā asĀ Ā theĀ Ā streetsĀ Ā turnĀ Ā grey,Ā Ā andĀ peopleĀ Ā RUSHĀ Ā toĀ Ā Ā resumeĀ Ā theirĀ Ā dayĀ Ā toĀ Ā remainĀ Ā REASONABLYĀ Ā dry.Ā Ā BITESĀ Ā theĀ insideĀ ofĀ cheek,Ā Ā asĀ Ā heĀ wondersĀ Ā IFĀ Ā heāllĀ Ā showĀ Ā upĀ Ā atĀ Ā wayneĀ Ā enterprisesĀ Ā FINDINGĀ Ā thatĀ Ā withĀ Ā hisĀ Ā OBSESSIONĀ Ā withĀ Ā inventions,Ā Ā hasĀ Ā leadĀ Ā toĀ Ā aĀ Ā comfortableĀ Ā position.Ā Ā whichĀ Ā ALSOĀ meansĀ Ā heĀ Ā canĀ Ā avoidĀ Ā theĀ Ā BUILDINGĀ Ā atĀ Ā allĀ Ā costsĀ Ā theĀ Ā WAYNEĀ Ā MANORĀ Ā turnedĀ Ā intoĀ Ā aĀ Ā labĀ Ā ofĀ Ā sorts.Ā Ā š©š«šššš«š¬Ā Ā š¢š¬šØš„ššš¢šØš§,Ā Ā somethingĀ Ā soĀ Ā wonderfulĀ Ā withinĀ thatĀ Ā word.Ā āĀ Ā whatĀ Ā kindĀ ofĀ Ā carĀ Ā doĀ youĀ Ā have?Ā āĀ Ā
GUILT SWELLS IN THE CHEST, an apology written in the hollows of her cheeks as she watches his expression play out. eleanor is used to letting down the world around her, being the one who never made it out of the haunting, tied to a night in childhood when the world crumbled down, each time it cuts through her chest and leaves her trembling. she wants to say sheās sorry but she cannot find the words, cannot quite pin them down on the tongue. instead, she paints roses, bites the sides of her cheeks until a soft - pink washes over them, pretends to live despite the pressure building in her head, the strange feeling that builds at the base of her throat; she wants to be summer for him. the truth about sadness is that it always holds echoes, always reaches out and coils around and mirror it can find. maybe theyāre one and the same.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā a lift might be nice.Ā if you really donāt mind?Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā the spare cash pocketed, slight resentment building for the fact that she does need it. either way, stubbornness will see her dropping it in the car, making pretence that she never even noticed; never was anything she could stand to take from friends. and they are, friends, sort of ... sheās hoping so. arms form cages around her as she follows on, bones smaller by the moment as she caves in on herself, never wanting to burden the world around more than necessary. little nell is always helpless, needs watching every moment until her fragile health caves, canāt do anything without showing up on siblingās doorsteps, newly out of a phase and bearing the bruises. she can still hear them laughing when she said she moved here, when she pretended that feet had landed where she wanted them to.Ā
she smiles again, laughs a little and hopes it sounds pleasing, wants to find a way to conjure warmth even in the midst of the grey.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā itās ... blue. it was my older brotherās first car and then went through a couple and sisters before getting to me. think luke wanted it really, butĀ ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā the pause hits hard, heart slamming into her ribs painfully as the days weigh heavy on her tongue, whole form protesting the absence. itās been a while since heās called, only consolidation that heās still out there somewhere, that she would have felt it if he wasnāt. she doesnāt want to lay that burden on bruce, feels sort of like it might ruin the spell created if she admitted to aching.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā well, that didnāt work out. itās a bag of shit if iām being honest, costs way more than it should to run it, but buying a new one isnāt really an option so here we are. iām kind of attached truthfully.Ā ā
#ilu.#( ... ) Ā Ā THREADS Ā Ā ā Ā WHEN I IMAGINE MYSELF I AM ALWAYS LEAVING. Ā Ā I COULDNāT DRAW MY FACE IF GOD ASKED.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā bruce wayne. Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā itĀ Ā hadĀ Ā servedĀ Ā asĀ Ā aĀ Ā RESPITEĀ Ā ,Ā Ā aĀ placeĀ Ā whereĀ heĀ Ā couldĀ Ā TEMPORARILYĀ Ā layĀ Ā Ā š”ššš.Ā Ā Ā itĀ Ā hadĀ Ā beenĀ Ā UNBEARABLEĀ Ā toĀ Ā sleepĀ Ā withinĀ Ā theĀ Ā wayneĀ Ā manorĀ ,Ā Ā thereĀ Ā wereĀ Ā whispers.Ā Ā GHOSTSĀ Ā thatĀ Ā hadĀ Ā comeĀ Ā toĀ Ā fusionĀ andĀ Ā wereĀ Ā READYĀ Ā toĀ Ā exactĀ Ā REVENGEĀ Ā uponĀ Ā šš«š®ššĀ latelyĀ Ā heĀ Ā hearsĀ Ā hisĀ Ā FATHERĀ Ā calling.Ā Ā imploringĀ Ā BRUCEĀ Ā toĀ Ā listenĀ Ā toĀ Ā reason,Ā Ā toĀ Ā FORGIVEĀ Ā theĀ Ā Ā ššššĀ Ā šš
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šššššĀ Ā yetĀ ?Ā Ā itĀ Ā wasnātĀ Ā JUSTĀ Ā bruceāsĀ Ā lifeĀ Ā thatĀ Ā wasĀ Ā affected,Ā Ā itĀ Ā wasĀ Ā ALLĀ Ā ofĀ Ā gotham,Ā Ā ARTHURĀ Ā ifĀ Ā oneĀ Ā trulyĀ Ā believesĀ Ā theĀ Ā DARKESTĀ Ā ofĀ Ā secrets.Ā Ā heĀ Ā hearsĀ Ā hisĀ Ā motherāsĀ Ā criesĀ ,Ā Ā IMPLORINGĀ Ā thomasĀ Ā toĀ Ā leaveĀ Ā theirĀ Ā sonĀ Ā alone.Ā Ā thereāsĀ Ā somethingĀ Ā toĀ Ā beĀ Ā saidĀ Ā forĀ Ā Ā smallĀ Ā cafeĀ Ā ,Ā Ā itĀ Ā allowsĀ Ā himĀ Ā toĀ Ā STAYĀ Ā untilĀ closingĀ Ā ,Ā Ā heĀ Ā findsĀ Ā Ā thatĀ Ā ifĀ Ā heĀ Ā buysĀ Ā enoughĀ Ā CUPSĀ ofĀ coffeeĀ Ā thatĀ Ā heĀ Ā canĀ Ā getĀ Ā awayĀ Ā withĀ aĀ Ā smallĀ Ā NAP.Ā Ā thenĀ thereāsĀ Ā theĀ Ā KINDĀ Ā baristaĀ Ā ,Ā Ā orĀ Ā isĀ itĀ Ā Ā SERVERĀ Ā ?Ā Ā sheĀ Ā alwaysĀ Ā managesĀ Ā toĀ Ā makeĀ doĀ Ā withĀ Ā hisĀ Ā awkwardĀ Ā ways,Ā Ā FORGIVEĀ Ā theĀ Ā š”šØš®š«š¬Ā Ā heĀ spendsĀ Ā sleeping.Ā Ā Ā
you Ā know Ā youāre Ā rightĀ Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā spokenĀ Ā halfĀ Ā dazedĀ Ā asĀ @herhauntāĀ Ā voiceĀ Ā slowlyĀ awakensĀ Ā ,Ā Ā andĀ Ā heĀ Ā givesĀ Ā herĀ Ā aĀ Ā SHEEPISHĀ Ā look.Ā Ā āĀ hereĀ Ā iĀ Ā thoughtĀ Ā buyingĀ Ā endlessĀ Ā coffeeĀ Ā wouldĀ Ā getĀ Ā meĀ Ā byĀ Ā ,Ā Ā wasĀ Ā iĀ Ā sleepĀ Ā talkingĀ Ā ,Ā Ā SNORINGĀ ?Ā ā
LONELINESS CURLS AROUND COMPANY; the hollows of her will fill with any kindness, any dependability, she can find. he comes back time and time again, and though she cannot understand why heās there, she counts the moments between visits as if they are an inevitability. once, when she wasted a break in the silence of his table, fingernails carved come back on the underside of the table, and he stared out the window and never noticed. she thinks sheās always been searching for jigsaw edges, hunting down broken shards of others as if they will blunt her own. she thinks she has always been lonely, that thereās some old poetry in the notion of shared sadness, and one day she bit her tongue to stop from spilling that out, wondering if heād care at all. aching eleanor, clinging to every inch of kindness she might find, daydreaming that she might matter to someone, that he comes back because in some way, even deeper than he knows, he wants to see her too.Ā
(Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā maybe itās unfair to make a memory out of a feeling, to craft a daydream when sheās important just because he does not scowl when he sees her. )Ā Ā Ā Ā she always had a terrible tendency to fantasise.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā no, no ... nothing like that. Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā guilt pools in the dimples at the edge of her smile, sickness swelling as she contemplates the let down an awakening must be. hands wring out fingers, creaking like floorboards, shoulders half caved around a body barely holding her; bones as delicate as a baby bird.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā i just have to close on time today ... my carās at the shop and if i donāt show up and pay tonightĀ iām pretty sure theyāll trash it. Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā a more polite version of the voicemail that shook her stomach the day before, change counted desperately from the tip jar, breakfast forfeit in hopes of not calling her brother. sheās pushed the clock past where she should already, each tick, tick, tock striking through her veins, regret pooling until theyāre the only oneās still in there. half an hour ago she would have avoided the rain, but minutes were marked by slight lightening under his eyes and she cannot bring herself to care much. better to be be bone soaked than to live with the guilt of waking him a moment sooner than needed. theyāre friends, she thinks, or something orbiting friendship, unspoken but existent. she needs all the friends she can get.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā i could come back after ... if you want. Ā ā
#hehehehehehe.#( ... ) Ā Ā GTHAMBAT Ā Ā ā Ā BRUCE WAYNE.#( ... ) Ā Ā THREADS Ā Ā ā Ā WHEN I IMAGINE MYSELF I AM ALWAYS LEAVING. Ā Ā I COULDNāT DRAW MY FACE IF GOD ASKED.
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i think maybe thatās the path ā¦ a way to the redemption iāve been looking for.
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when margaret atwood said āi'm sorry there is so much pain in this storyā and richard siken said āthere is no other version of this storyā and mary oliver said āyou donāt want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i donāt want to tell itā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā mason greene. Ā Ā ā
ā Ā when Ā are Ā the Ā brownies Ā not Ā fresh Ā , Ā hmm Ā ? Ā ā Ā thereās Ā a Ā teasing Ā lilt Ā in Ā his Ā voice Ā as Ā masonĀ Ā approaches Ā the Ā counter Ā , Ā noting Ā the Ā exhaustion Ā in Ā her Ā features Ā , Ā though Ā he Ā wonāt Ā make Ā note Ā of Ā it Ā yet. Ā who Ā knows Ā whatās Ā going Ā on Ā behind Ā the Ā scenes Ā , Ā but Ā he Ā hopes Ā sheās Ā alright Ā & Ā itās Ā nothing Ā more Ā than Ā just Ā workĀ Ā relatedĀ Ā stress. Ā ā Ā long Ā time Ā no Ā see Ā , Ā nell. Ā how Ā goes Ā things Ā ? Ā you Ā & Ā that Ā wonderful Ā husband Ā of Ā yours Ā getting Ā along Ā alright Ā ? Ā ā
when she thinks of honey, it is in a bowl in the garden, sugar sweet until the flies stick in syrup of gold and turn all goodness into horror.Ā there are days when she cannot remember if she is the syrup or the insect, if she is the trapped or the trapping; what peace there was meant to be in the aftermath is gone the moment her hand is unheld, cold sinking deeper into bones. easier to smile and paint cheeks like roses, easier the breathe when sheās crafting a lie.
āĀ last thursday, oven malfunction. Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā like itās someĀ awful confession, secret whispered with dramatic flair across the counter, tone walking eggshells over the sounds she makes.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā heās good, working a lot. Ā āĀ Ā Ā safer to fall towards the butterflies in her stomach, to rely on salvation to save face in the conversation. easier to focus on the one thing that does not ache.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā thereās a lecture coming up ... i donāt really understand it. Ā ā
#i went with newt bc i miss them.#also hi i miss u.#( ... ) Ā Ā THREADS Ā Ā ā Ā WHEN I IMAGINE MYSELF I AM ALWAYS LEAVING. Ā Ā I COULDNāT DRAW MY FACE IF GOD ASKED.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā loki. Ā Ā ā
hail ,Ā Ā lokiĀ ofĀ outcasts ,Ā Ā lokiĀ ofĀ giants - blood ;Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā they see her, supplicating in the kingdom of their vast shadow, and cannot give up a boon any more than a stone can yield blood.Ā Ā the guttural rattle in the depths of their breast is something close to the dirges of crows, š šššš šš ššššš ššššššš, something like mirthless laughter that they quell in their throat.
her gaze is a dual - edged pendulum, flaying them both, so the beasts they each conceal are dredged up to the winter - bright light of day.Ā Ā ( lokiās own swims very near to the surface and needs very little beckoning before its scales would glimmer and glissade the stygian waters of their pupil.Ā )Ā Ā so perhaps their monsters could fathom each other in their own perverted and debased language, as long as eleanor understood that loki was never the rose nor the thorns in the garden of the gods ;Ā šššš¢ ššš ššš šššššššš ššššš šš ššš ššššš¢, spitting and baring fangs.Ā Ā for now, the eyes say all the mouth will not, cleaved vulnerose, etched in affinity :Ā Ā I WILL NOT BITE IF YOU DO NOT.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ I daresay suffering hath made stranger matches than ours.Ā āĀ Ā Ā their voice wanes from a murmur to a whisper, but still cuts clear through the wind and the susurration of snow.Ā Ā their palm scarcely feels the sting of rime but shakes it off all the same, afore the same fingers are lifted again in offering for their companion to take.Ā Ā the gesture is sprung from regality, but leaves off the indifference of a mere courtesyĀ ;Ā Ā it is more sincere, and much more intimate.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ shall we shirk this dreadful cold now ?Ā Ā I would take favorably to a hot drink somewhere warmĀ and less blindingly white. ā
thereās rotting in the belly of this beast, ribs growing around arsenic and disguising them as peach pits. she thinks sweetness was once meant to be a kind matter, that sugar in the throat was meant to delight rather than choke; perhaps she suffocates around her loneliness and makes it an art form. the centuries form around girls like her, make martyrs of their bruises and for a moment she wonders how many they have seen. sheās too old for daydreams. sheās too old for dark circles around the eyes and translucent fingers pressing to her temples to ease the headaches away, too young to feel the way this rotting rips through her from within. old and young and trapped between both and reaching for fingers that could offer any moment of shelter from the storms.
āĀ i like the cold. Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā petulant, tone caressing the words as pout takes over expression before cheeks give way to rose petals. thereās a crafted nature to every movement, tricking the gaze, never wanting it to linger long enough that her undone ties can be seen. sheāll die before they know she unravelled.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ thereās an okay cafĆ© a few streets up. the cakes arenāt too good but the sandwiches are alright if youāre hungry... and they have coffee, tons and tons of coffee. Ā āĀ Ā Ā and her hands need something to take away the bone chill, to chase off the grip that death has on her body. sheās more corpse than girl, rotten roses in the veins, but thereās comfort in the way their chaos seems echoed, like he made the legacy in which she finds herself. a thought like that could never be lonely.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā we could waste away an afternoon, since you have so many and i have so few. Ā āĀ
#besties. bffs.#u think they dumb enough to get those overly 00s friendship jewellery things asking for a friend (me)#i came to stan unlikely besties.#i have had this started for so long im so sorry.#words just were not coming <3#ilu pls still love me <3#( ... ) Ā Ā LIESMTH Ā Ā ā Ā LOKI LAUFEYSON#( ... ) Ā Ā THREADS Ā Ā ā Ā WHEN I IMAGINE MYSELF I AM ALWAYS LEAVING. Ā Ā I COULDNāT DRAW MY FACE IF GOD ASKED.
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i have an interview monday...
#i just need to tell people that arent like my partner and my mum bc i hate telling people in real life before the interview incase i bomb it#im not 1000000% sold on the job but like we shall see.#i have qs for them.#( ... ) Ā Ā OUT OF CHARACTER Ā Ā ā Ā Ā BUT I COME BACK STRONGER THAN A 90S TREND.
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i wish i had like... a good reason to come and post like why im not around right now but like... all the posts on this blog are like that and idk the truth is im just sad and tired and burnt out and life keeps punching me when im down and like iāll be fine i have an amazing support system but idk im just sorry that im like... so absent because like... i dont want to be. i am on discord a bit more at the moment if u fancy a natter tho <3 bc i miss u all <3Ā
#this post achieves nothing.#and like ilu ... im fine ... like i promise im better than this seems#im just exhausted#like the kind where i think the last few years are catching up with me sense.#idk i love u tho.#i did consider another blog maybe like to jumpstart me but idk#anyway im on discord.#( ... ) Ā Ā OUT OF CHARACTER Ā Ā ā Ā Ā BUT I COME BACK STRONGER THAN A 90S TREND.#mental health tw /#.... like roughly.
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Hi Kenna, just a gentle reminder from ya star pal that you are so wonderful and deserve all of the love and light! Truly, am I forever grateful that I got to know you. I love ya so much! <3 <3 <3
hi just know that i adore you + i really, really needed this and im just so grateful for your existence and presence in my life <3
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inĀ Ā theĀ Ā midstĀ Ā ofĀ Ā šššššš,Ā Ā iĀ Ā foundĀ Ā thereĀ Ā was,Ā Ā withinĀ Ā me,Ā Ā anĀ Ā invincibleĀ Ā ššššššĀ Ā āāāā Ā #ššššššššš Ā : Ā independent,Ā Ā private,Ā Ā highly Ā selectiveĀ Ā originalĀ Ā character. Ā penned Ā by Ā rowan.Ā
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ššĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā šš¦Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā šš„ššš¢š„š”,Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¦š¢š”Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¢šĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā šš„šš§šš¢š„š”. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¬š¢šØĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¢šŖšĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ššš Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¬š¢šØš„Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā šššššššš”šš.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā an Ā Ā Ā Ā independentĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā & Ā Ā Ā Ā primarily Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā headcanonĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā and Ā Ā Ā Ā movie Ā - Ā canon Ā Ā Ā Ā based Ā Ā Ā Ā interpretation. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā written Ā Ā Ā Ā byĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā kore Ā !Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā slow Ā activity.
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