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hollygofoxy · 3 years
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GoT / Stranger Things AU
Braime - Jopper
"So, why don't you two cut the horseshit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another?"
Jonsa - Jancy
"You're young, attractive. You've got chemistry, history, plus the real shit, shared trauma."
Gendrya - Mileven
"I love her and I can't lose her again."
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hollygofoxy · 3 years
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I will be Angrily Summoning a Meal...accurate
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During the Lockdown I’ll be Sadly Punching Anger Itself ✨😅✨
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hollygofoxy · 3 years
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Anybody else hate watch The Crown?
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hollygofoxy · 3 years
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Molten Chocolate Crackle Pie | Half Baked Harvest
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hollygofoxy · 3 years
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Why does today feel worse?
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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Ow
Ow
Ow
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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Rock Isn’t Dead, & Its Future Is Female: Rock Songs by Badass Ladies (X)
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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i spent a million years on this because i love him a lot...........🥺🥺🥺
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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I just realized that every time I stop my cat from eating food on the counter he thinks I'm stealing from him. I understand why he just sits and glares at me now.
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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#mood
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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A Sailboat leaves the harbor hopefully.
It finds the ocean and mistakes it for home.
The ocean loves the little boat not.
The ocean loves to move and turn the boat.
It loves to fill the boat's sails and pull it along.
Stronger and stronger it pulls.
The ocean doesn't notice the tears in the sails.
It pulls and feels the joy of knowing the Sailboat is it's own.
And when the Sailboat is ready to sink the Ocean doesn't see - it's hurricane eyes are elsewhere.
And while the Sailboat fills with more and more water it hears something.
A call from the shore that had seemed so far away.
So, the Sailboat floats as best it can in the direction of the call
And somehow, unbelievably, the Sailboat returns to the Harbor.
It cannot sail anymore - or it simply doesn't want to.
The Sailboat hears the Ocean screaming with it's sharp waves for it's boat to return.
Even a silly little boat knows that the waves will swallow the Sailboat whole if it does.
What a cowardly boat it is.
The boat thinks this, but still wishes that someone would come take it apart and fashion it into something new.
This Sailboat does not want to fix it's sails.
It wants to use it's wood to build something steady and whole.
But it doesn't know where to begin, you see.
Because it has, for as long as it can remember, been a Sailboat.
And, tied to the dock, a Sailboat it remains.
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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ravenclaw: that’s it, you’re all grounded.
ravenclaw: hufflepuff, no flower crowns.
ravenclaw: gryffindor, no fucking stunts
ravenclaw: slytherin... is there anything you actually like
slytherin: revenge.
ravenclaw: then no vengeance.
slytherin: i was gonna say “i’ll get you for this” but i guess that’s off the table.
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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I've been writing a lot of poetry lately that I just want to get out of my own head. So here it goes: (Sorry in advance. I don't know anything about poetry so it's really just nonsense writing).
Everytime I push for more,
My feet get tangled.
I trip on the feeling
that I've let people down.
To walk a path untethered is
 equal to cutting my own hand.
Watching it bleed,
Slow and bright and like a dream.
Do your arms go numb
When you sit in a silent room
Like mine do?
Does your breathing get short
When you say the word 'no'
Like mine does?
I am not a child,
I do not think like a child
I do not look like a child
I do not speak like a child.
But I fear like a child.
Trip, fall.
Trip, fall.
Rope around my toes.
Around my ankles,
And my legs.
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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Drink some goddamn tea.
That's all.
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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The Only Living Boy in New York (2017)
Directed by Marc Webb
Cinematography by Stuart Dryburgh
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hollygofoxy · 4 years
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Maybe Mrs. Coulter isn’t as powerful as she thinks. After all, you got away, didn’t you? Although I still haven’t got to the bottom of why she has a monkey dæmon.
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