Soft M&M Cookies
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i think that sometimes the best thing that you can do is remind yourself that there are beaches. lakes, rivers, and ponds. there are forests. little woods and meadows. there are canyons. gullies and mountain cliffs. there are rainy days. dry spells and scorching blue skies. that the world turns. changes as much as it repeats. that feeling slow today won't stop tomorrow's high tide. won't make july's blackberries any less ripe
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songs used to have a bridge and a third chorus
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literally me
man nothing like importing a chapter into AO3 to start final edits and see how everything looks to see your fic through fresh eyes and be like "why the FUCK am i so wordy for the love of god just end a sentence"
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final chap is up! ty to everyone who has been on this ride and supported this fic, i appreciate the hell out of yall <3
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two bros, both alike in sexuality
in a hot tub, where we lay our scene
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i did it yall. three and a half years later finally finished my fic
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he's at it again
i’m trying to write fic but my cat keeps getting in the way
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Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison in Folsom, California in 1968.
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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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Oh, fun!
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He loved their aimless drives and the joy of return. He loved their walks together to settle the day, dusk into dark, making their meal together, the quiet mending that comes of speaking and listening, sometimes a surprise for dessert in its little bakery box; the feel of her in his arms as they listened to music, read aloud. Above all, shared desire, with its unfathomable, inexpressible peace. The hope implicit in their days and nights together.
Anne Michaels, "Held"
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