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heyzachy · 4 months
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going to university/having a job really interferes with my good omens fanfic author career
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heyzachy · 4 months
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Okay but
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Nobody:
Not a soul:
Legolas, vibrating: Yes I like him the normal amount
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heyzachy · 4 months
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They have some issues with season 2
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heyzachy · 5 months
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For @tio-trile
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heyzachy · 6 months
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I wonder why... 😇
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heyzachy · 11 months
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sailor sylveon 🌙🎀🩵✨
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heyzachy · 1 year
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éowyn 💛
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heyzachy · 1 year
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arwen 💜
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heyzachy · 1 year
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A compilation!
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heyzachy · 1 year
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heyzachy · 1 year
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heyzachy · 1 year
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heyzachy · 1 year
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and maybe I bit off more than I could chew
(overhead of the deepest blue)
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heyzachy · 1 year
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people thousands of years ago had memorials for their dead loved ones carved into stone as if to whisper into the ages, “do you know that i loved them?” and we get to whisper back, thousands of years later, “i do. i do know that you loved them.“
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heyzachy · 1 year
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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heyzachy · 1 year
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they should invent a sunday that doesn’t have a monday right after it
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