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timothylawrence · 5 months
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The night's young. You shouldn't go wasting it.
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timothylawrence · 7 months
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Heart of the Gate ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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timothylawrence · 4 months
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timothylawrence · 2 months
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my lover, my legend.
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timothylawrence · 6 months
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Wyll + Tiefling Children ♡
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timothylawrence · 7 months
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Ah, but enough reflection for today, I'm of a mind to celebrate!
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timothylawrence · 6 months
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timothylawrence · 6 months
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I'm afraid of who might remember me.
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timothylawrence · 6 months
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But I still keep faith in the old tales of love, of once upon-a-times and the happily-ever afters.
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timothylawrence · 8 months
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Oh goodness, my cheeks've gone warm. Am I blushing? I must be blushing.
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timothylawrence · 6 months
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Gods damn it. You almost make me forget myself.
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timothylawrence · 7 months
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Wyll Ravengard. A memory of a memory. A man who belongs to the past.
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timothylawrence · 8 months
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To my father, I was only ever a boy. Incredible, that he can see the man I became.
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timothylawrence · 4 months
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The Blade of Frontiers, hero of the Sword Coast - and his own father's killer. I can barely believe it.
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timothylawrence · 8 months
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You are the red of the sunrise, the yellow of high noon, and the orange of sundown. If you were a song, I'd never stop singing; if you were a psalm, I'd never stop praying.
You make a damn fun dance partner, too.
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timothylawrence · 4 months
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