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kryptid-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 1 - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Y/N has nightmares of a winged man haunting her dreams. When her dreams become reality, her world changes completely.

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The sound of wings rustling, knife slashing, and faded screams echo all around. The stink of metallic blood and rotting corpses burning my nose. I’m choking on the thick air, and it feels like my chest is caving in as my breathing gets shallower by the second. There's blood everywhere. My eyes widen as my gaze falls on the mangled corpses upon the forest floor, each one twisted and bent in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Rays of moonlight pours through the trees, dancing across their mangled remains like some twisted classical painting.

I sink to the damp forest floor. There’s no escape.

In the blink of an eye, a large ominous figure towers over my shaking form. His short dirty blonde hair and strong hands are covered in fresh blood splatter and pieces of sliced flesh. His striking eyes glow a dark red, reflecting the color of blood painting every surface. But what I truly could not take my eyes off of is his large white wings that block out the view of everything around it. His intimidating wingspan wraps around us like a dark feathery blanket, reminiscent of a night sky with no stars.

“I promise I will never let anyone hurt you, never let anyone come between us,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. He flashes me a smile that’s intended to be comforting, but it comes out sick and twisted. He pulls me close and wraps his muscular arms around me, a low buzzing feeling humming between the two of us.

I can hear his heart beating in his chest, slow and steady, far too calm for a man that just slaughtered a dozen people with ease.

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I bolt up out of bed, nearly falling off completely, but I catch myself at the last second. A cold sweat clings to my skin and the worn-out sheets, my breath coming in heavy and ragged. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed of the winged man, in fact it seems to be the only consistent thing in my hectic life as of lately, but waking from the dreams never seems to get easier, always a struggle to shake the sinking feeling.

It takes a few moments to remember where I am, the crappy motel room I rented for the night, not so different from the countless other run-down motels I’ve stayed in across the Midwest, all with the same stingy smell.

Obnoxious yellow floral wallpaper lines the wall, caked with dirt and God knows what else that’s been accumulating for years. Ceilings spotted with black mold and blotchy water stains. An outdated box television plays the local infomercial about some miracle cleaning product, but it all sounds muffled and far away. The digital alarm clock on the bed stand reads 2:00 AM flashing in big red bulky numbers.

Just a dream, I remind myself with a relieved sigh. I swing my feet out of bed, throwing on some jeans and my signature leather jacket, scuffed and torn in various places. I need some air. Just need to get out of here.

I recall the rundown bar I drove by just down the street. It’s a good way to kill some time. Plus, I could really use a drink right now. The bitter taste of alcohol is the only relief I get from these nightmares that torment me at night and haunt me during the day.

The cold air bites at my skin, but it’s surprisingly pleasant, grounding me back into reality and away from the painful dreams. It's the twelfth dream I’ve had this month and they only seem to be getting more intense, more real. They always end with the same winged figure. The same demonic, yet charming smile. No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to shake that haunting face.

Entering the bar, it’s nearly empty with a few patrons here and there. Most of them are older men wearing bulky leather jackets, a bit rough around the edges, perhaps a local biker gang. Some of them playing pool, others chatting about their glory days over a bottle of beer. The sound of the jukebox in the corner playing the best of eighties rock drowns out their conversations. It's apparent there’s not much of a buzz going on, unlike most bars at this hour.

The voices and music around me fades to background noise, it feels as if the rest of the world has disappeared, that I'm the only one left on this miserable planet.

I slide into a worn bar stool that’s certainly seen better days, taking off my worn leather jacket and placing it on the sticky wooden bar. I sigh and halfheartedly raise my hand to get the bartender's attention.

“What can I get you, hun?” A nice older lady asks, shining a glass behind the bar.

“Just a whiskey please. Jack Daniels if you got it,” I give her a weak smile, trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes.

She nods and pours me a generous amount of light amber whiskey in a fancy glass, sliding it over to me.

I take a swig, the warm liquid slides down my throat with a pleasant burn, already giving me a sense of calm. These days, whiskey has been my best friend and I’m okay with that. People just disappoint you.

“Make it two.” A large figure takes the seat next to me.

My body stiffens. I recognize that voice from somewhere. I slowly turn to face him and see him staring back at me with those intense red eyes and intimidating wings that I’ve come to know all too well. My stomach drops. It's the man from my dreams. I freeze, my body going into fight or flight mode. In a matter of seconds, I decided to take my chances running. I leave my drink and jacket behind, making a beeline to the door, slamming it closed behind me, giving me any sort of advantage to get away.

He doesn’t follow, but that doesn’t stop me. I run and run and run until I physically can't anymore.

The streetlamps and apartment buildings around me turn into a blur and my head starts to feel dizzy. The world spins around me, clouding my vision. The cold air feels like it's burning my lungs as I struggle to gather oxygen. My legs feel like jello, ready to give out any second. I’ve lost track of how long I've been running, maybe minutes? Maybe hours? Everything in me is begging myself to keep running but I physically can’t force myself go on any further.

I tuck myself into an alley, leaning against the ragged brick wall that painfully digs into my back, yet it barely registers in my brain. My heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath.

God, please let this be another bad dream.

“I was going to pay for your drink, and you just ditch me like that? Rude.” The man scoffs.

My eyes shoot open to see the man from my dreams less than a foot away, arms crossed, looking nonchalant as ever. My blood turns cold.

How is that possible? He couldn't possibly have run that fast!

A knot twists in my stomach. Deep down I know. This man is not human, and he certainly does not have good intentions.

“L-leave me alone!” I try to sound brave, but my words come out a sloppy stutter. I hold my arm out in front of me, as if that will deter him in any way. Stupid. This intimidation tactic is clearly not working.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic Y/N.” He rolls his eyes, then presses a gentle finger to my forehead.

The world goes black.

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llycaons · 2 years

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okay I’m going to watch the shadow and bone show at some point. not because I care very much about any of the books anymore I just love to study creative adaptations

#I enjoyed soc when I was younger but I've rly outgrown it #and a lot of it is just obnoxious tropes and stereotypes #making the e asian parallel country full of people who love to experiment and dissect the oppressed magical users was certainly a choice #and I HATE romances between an opressor and a person they have to learn not to oppress. fuck matthias now and forever im glad hes dead #and that was the book I LIKED. the grisha books were sooo boring they were so formuliac and YA the characters were nothing the plot #was predictable and uninteresting #there was a cookie-cutter love triange between some girl and some asshole and some asshole who was also evil #idk why the shippers were apparently at each other's throats so much. they both suck #kind of a stupid series. BUT the worldbuilding was neat and this adaptations does soud interesting #cor.txt

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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Hi do you have any love triangles with Aziraphale in the middle?

Here are some fics that involve a bit of a love triange scenario...

You and only you. And oh yeah him, too. by AnnaTheHank (E)

Aziraphale figured that things between him and Gabriel were done after the trials. But clearly Gabriel thought otherwise. Aziraphale has to come to terms with the fact that he has feelings for both Crowley and Gabriel, and that there may be a way to get all that he wants.

Scam Boyfriend by ElderlySardine (E)

Crowley has loved Aziraphale for as long as he can remember - since they were small boys in short trousers, walking to primary school together in sleepy Tadfield. And Aziraphale loves him, too - they are still the best of friends, even 44 years later. And if Crowley secretly wishes that they could be more than friends... well, that's his problem, and he's dealing with it. He loves things just the way they are. But then the unthinkable happens, and a new love interest enters Aziraphale's life. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Crowley soon begins to fear that Gabriel may not be all he seems...

On The Side by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale is far too pure of heart to be anybody’s bit on the side. Or so Crowley thinks. But when his friend starts seeing walking red flag Jim, with his dodgy smiles and mysterious past, Crowley does everything he can to protect Aziraphale from disaster. His own heart might just end up being collateral damage.

Love, Syncopation, and Other Key Elements of Jazz by feathereddino (T)

The jazz duo of A.J. and Fell are an unstoppable force well into their mid-twenties, but when Crowley's illness causes the pair to step back from the spotlight, an enterprising music manager scoops up Aziraphale's career. Dazzled, Aziraphale will abandon all of his former life to be Gabriel's perfect star but lose himself and his happiness along the way. It would take a very steady and forgiving heart for someone to love him through it all... (An ode to that ridiculous hat that Michael Sheen wears... seriously, that's where this came from.)

come on darling, let's be lovers by shoebox_addict (E)

“I love the waistcoat.” The man beamed at him. “Thank you. I know it’s a rather old-fashioned style, but it makes me feel put together for the day.” “Makes you look put together, too,” said Crowley, and nearly bit his own tongue. “I mean, that is...you always look very nice.” Now it was definitely not his imagination; the man’s eyes were practically twinkling.

It Was Always You by mltrefry (T)

A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place. Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again. But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale/gabriel #love triangle #human au #adult omens #mod d

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kiankiwi · 2 months

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(home) Imagine us making little childish touches to baby E's food when we make it for him (for example, cutting a little smiley face into his grilled cheese sandwich, cutting his meat for him etc.)

YES! We take control of making his food so once he comes home he doesn't develop a food addiction, changing one addiction for another and when he's in little space, we LOVE to cut his food up, make smiley faces, make faces out of his waffles, make him dino nuggets, getting those shapes to cut his sandwiches into fun shapes (a circle, a triange, a rocket ship etc)

We love doing things to help him stay smol

#home au

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kalims · 2 years

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HELLO ROSA

my dearest twst moot /p, i just wanted to ask if you could recommend any good sfw leona fics,, (or like, vil/azul/sebek is great too) a girl's STARVING here pls /hj

— ravy

HI RAVY MY BELOVEDDD <33 this took a little while to answer how are u doing?? GODDD

sebek —ㅤthe stories told, the charms you holdㅤㅤㅤcapture my heart, my voice into art both by @zgvlt !!

OK OK I LOVE NATHYA'S FICS ESPECIALLY THAT ONE VIL & ROOK ONE 😭 she's an underrated writer I swear to god.. like her fics are so long and the quality of said fics don't get justice from the notes it gets 😠 there's also tons of other fics in her masterlist so plz check them out <3

leona, azul, & sebek —ㅤlove trianges, ㅤand there's even a part two by @kaiijo

ok ok! so like I saw her the love triangle a few months ago or so and im in love oh my god.. my brain was like on the verge of shaking because of how much fluster its thinking of as I visualize them personally fighting over me 😦😦 anyhow she also has some works that are beautifully written so if you liked the ones i reccomended I suggest going for more

leona — ㅤin which leona has to babysit cheka, which (y/n) gladly does for him instead; but now he's jealous since cheka gets all her attention by @wolken-himmel

I've been binge reading all her works ever since I found her blog, even reread some I enjoyed a lot & I actually recognized her from quotev omg I love her stories 😭💓 ANYWAYS! there's a ton of works on her masterlist. of which there's also a lot on the characters you mentioned but if you're feeling like receiving some fluff from another all you have to do is visit her blog :) screamed when they followed me

sadly the author deactivated their blog but i still have it reblogged! so here. where leona is that type of boyfriend..

PLS COME BACK 💔💔💔 I CANT REMEMBER IF IVE READ THEIR WORKS UET 😭😭

vil —ㅤthe fairest has everyone's eyes but one by ㅤㅤㅤand a part two @arent-i-the-fairest

I literally screamed when they followed me pt. 2 ong jabsjabaksjd i was so excited to have them as mutuals!! <33 actually I noticed them after reading the work where reader chooses between the seven dorms and I loved the chaos HAHAHAHA

vil, leona & azul — ㅤbreaking up with them

screamed when they followed me pt.3 WHY DO I HAVE SUCH COOL MUTUALS 😭😭 I need just a single shroud of their talents omfgg... n e ways if we have fluff we also must have angst, either way you should really check out mal's smau works!! I LOVE THEM AKSJKAJA

—ㅤu know what I'll just put her entire masterlist @trappolaces

ok but we actually turned into mutuals after I got an ask from her 😃 but I just HAD TO PUT THE WHOLE MASTERLIST BECAUSE I COULDNT CHOOSE WHICH ONE TO PICK 😭😭😭 kimiko is pookie so read her works now 🙁👹

ok but this lowkey turned into author reccs BUT I MEAN THERES SEBEK, VIL, LEONA AND AZUL RECCS RIGHT 😭😭 come back for more because I'm lazy

#・answered #★ — reccs

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youboughtmeawall · 4 years

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i could be into zari and constantine in a ‘we’re both hot and sad and horny lets fuck’ type sitch but considering the shows track record with romantic relationships i definitely don’t trust them not to turn it into a big dramatic true love kind of thing which i am not here for

#also the thought of a zari/nate/constantine love triange makes me want to d*e #what ever happened to casual relationships #not everything needs to be an otp #legends of tomorrow #zari tarazi #john constantine #also considering what happens when constantine is in a serious realtionship i uhhhh def dont want that for zari

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dishsaop · 5 years

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fruits basket: anyway so when someone of the opposite sex hugs one of these ppl they turn into a zodiac animal

everyone: haha what a fun zany lil trope! im sure this results in lots of anime-esque shenanigans and misunderstandings

fruits basket: no no you guys dont understand this is a tragic horrible curse

everyone: hahaha sure sure anyway this is a cute shoujo with a love triange and fun characters

fruits basket: fuck you look at how it utterly ruins these people

everyone: hOLY SHIT OKAY NO I GET IT PLEASE STOP

fruits basket: S U F F E R

everyone: JFJEIFJEIDJE NO

#this isnt a story about romance (though it has some very good romantic things)#this is a show about abuse and recovery #its messy and hard and painful #m text #fruits basket #furuba

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broadwayy-trash · 5 years

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a rundown of the poto soundtrack

overture - loud organ playing, bright lights, and the carlotta show

think of me - the carlotta show again, but the phantom tries to scare her away. oh shit! christine can sing???

angel of music - okay so... christine has a literal angel looking over her?? also, meg is being a good bff to her

little lotte/the mirror - uh oh! raoul’s back and he loves christine! so whats the phantom gonna do? oh right! KIDNAP HER and take her to his creepy lair

the phantom of the opera - erik: master manipulator

the music of the night - erik: master manipulator pt.2 ... and also vulnerable?? i guess erik has feelings for christine, too

i remember/stranger than you dreamt it - so christine wakes up from her fever dream... what now? oh yeah, she messes with the scary man with the mask and then he yells at her.

magical lassoo - bouquet’s being a bitch and scaring those poor dancers. oop— ms. giry gives him a piece of her mind.

notes/prima donna - lol we’re so done this these mf letters from this “phantom” but anyway, we’re not gonna listen to the creepy man’s demands, so we’re gonna cast carlotta as the lead instead of christine. oh well what can go wrong??

poor fool, he makes me laugh - so the play starts with carlotta as the lead and christine as the silent paigeboy, but erik, aka the scary man with the mask, takes matters into his own hands. also,,, he kills bouquet lol

why have you brought me here -

raoul: christine you’re crazy, he’s literally just a dude.

christine: but RAOUL. he’s the ANGEL of MUSIC. he s c a r e s me raoul :’(

all i ask of you - raoul and christine express their undying love for each other through a lovely and meaningful song

all i ask of you (reprise) - so, uh, erik heard christine and raoul basically pledge to love each other forever...poor erik :( oh no... he ANGRY. hmm angry or sad??

masquerade / why so silent? - oooo a party!!! ah shit erik ruined the party. again. AND he has ANOTHER opera that he wrote. fun times.

notes/twisted every way - MORE DAMN NOTES. wait— raoul has a plan to capture erik! but he wants to use christine as bait...what does she do?

wishing you were somehow here again - awww christine misses her dad :(

wandering child/ bravo bravo - omg is that her dad speaking to her? nope that’s erik. a dramatic song sung by the love triange of the century: a misunderstood yet dangerous genius, an innocent and indecisive girl, and an overprotective pretty boy

the point of no return - if sex was a song this would be it

down once more/track down this murderer - a 20 min song that entails lust, hate, desperation, fear, and heartbreak :(

****feel free to add whatever you want!

#poto #phantom of the opera #erik #ramin karimloo #the phantom of the opera #christine daae #sierra boggess #raoul de chagny #hadley fraser #poto 25th anniversary

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akumanoken-archive · 5 years

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how about my URL? >:3c

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING; (accepting)@soulsxng

Do I Follow Them?: Do I stalk them?? Oh yeah....

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because omg yes!!

Do We Role Play?: Yes

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Y E S

An AU Idea For Our Muses: ....I DON’T KNOW!!!!!

A Song For Our Muses: Bizarre Love Triange (cover) - Casino

Do I Ship Our Muses?: THEY ARE HUSBANDS FOREVER!!!

What I Think About The Mun: Aya is wonderful and honestly how she deals with me I dont’ know but I’m??? grateful????

Overall Opinion:

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

#I hate that boy I swear #I love you Io but you make Souji an IDIOT #soulsxng

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fucktard666666 · 3 years

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He was 19 in twenty-19. His favorite crystal is Crystal Methyd, and our first binding words together were: Nothing Fucking Matters!

He complains about how his hair is growing too slow, everyday. “I can’t wait til my hair grows!” He exclaims whether it’s night or day, rain or shine, you will absolutely hear him say. I personally liked the cholo cut-so sexy! “The cholo jumped out!” And this girl said “and it scared me!” That pesky little tissue flap that he constantly burns, located on his palm, but continuously move traverse even more so that the medication can never seem to reverse. It has been frozen, and burnt, and picked on and bleached, and churned by his finger nails... baby put your hand down and stop messing with that tumor! I have never met anyone who has outmatched my dark humor. Take a break from peeling of those dead skins. Caress me around my thighs, my legs, not near my asshole though, I don’t want your bacteria to lay eggs-

In the morning, two is what you prefer. You like them in pairs-perverted as this sounds but it is true-

It is true that the things you want the most are the ones you’ll have the hardest time getting- or non at all. God forbid I wanted hair and facial hair- god did not grant me either one, almost non at all. I envy his hair growths that he likes to compare to middle easterners. It makes me smile all the time, because the bridge of his nose, says “you’re a beaner-ers!”

He’s clogged my sink multiple times, because of his constant shaving. I don’t mind it though... it’s pretty annoying, but it’s a task worth having. I usually clean it by myself when he’s not around. I don’t know, just little remnants of him made me feel like he’s around, his energy lingers upside down and everywhere, even though I’m cleaning up his mess, I can’t help but smile, I can’t help but stare-

Stare at him when he’s asleep. Brushing his curly locks, tuck them behind his ears. Whispering I love you’s when I thought he’s already R-E-M’n, but when he responds “I love you, too baby” I just be D-A-M’n inside, thinking to myself, how lucky did I get?

Lucky that even after all my fuck-ups, screw-ups, mistakes, the universe still bestowed a gift upon me. A gift that was most likely not well deserved. Was it dropped off at the wrong doorstep? I ask myself. I ponder, and wonder, and gander back at him as he does the bare minimum at his job. “You’re just flipping papers, babe.” I whisper to myself. I chuckle a little and let out a yell: do you want breakfast? I asked. He lets out a grin, a half-smile, obviously responding: yes! He has a certain tone when he’s saying “thank you” when I hand him his food. God, a nervous wreck I am whenever I cook for him. I’m no alumni from Le Cordon Bleu, but I can cook a mean... a mean... I don’t know. I can’t cook for shit, but for him I try to make do.

Half-naked in an all ivory dining set. Countless memories in that empty corner, but unforgettable nonetheless. He likes to circle names that he found interesting in his pile of SNHD papers. Hey, did you know names are just the sounds people associate to you? We both are suckers for names. We have enough collected for generations even long after the history that became.

Oh, there’s this one spot located in the middle of nowhere. Red Rock Canyons: Oasis of Stars, home of lone wolves and cayotes, hidden in the far southwest. Famous for being the road on the way to Pahrump where brothels thrive, old men jive, STD hives. I tried to go to this spot one day to remi-nice, but I could not find it at all! One more turn and I might end up in Bermuda Triang-All. He must really be the compass to this place, I stopped on the side street, I said ooh bitch, that was a struggle! This one morning, I’ll fail to ever erase from my memories. It was so, so perfect that I forgot about my open wound pounding from my head. Need I say more or will I cut an old wound, call 911? Will they respond?

Water and Oil is what we’ve become. Despite the beautiful sceneries, steamy showers, and late night epiphanies, we have become repellent- our love language, no longer transparent. We do not seem to combine, scientifically, chemical bonds to be exact. Since when did oil become non-hydrophiliac? . What went wrong? Blood and flesh, sweat and tears, have all been involved. To this day, I demand: tell me where did I go wrong?

Two good people, two beautiful souls, two visions of art, but somehow it ended in turmoil? We tried to repair all the wear-and-tears, but we did not age like fine leather. Sweet and sour, hot and cold. We have not experienced such a fine and dandy weather from the month of January until the hot summer nights of May-weathers. We did not have an umbrella to shield us from the rainfalls. How the hell are we gonna weather the storm when winter befalls? Summer has always been our season. Hot, and steamy, “hey you sucked the puss out of my nipple piercing, but I was too horny to stop you” was his reason.

A very promising relationship that ended bitterly. God, you can’t even keep us in the same room let alone pass each other merrily. What have we become? Is this when we declare each other as our enemies? Is this when we burn our sweet, sweet memories? Is this how we treat each other even though we used to be each other’s ecstasies? This is not a vision I’ve foreseen. This is not the happy ending that we wanted like from those in the silver screens.

Tropicalia, somewhere in Los Ange-Leez, far from the ocean port-landia, located at the foot of the metropo-Leez. We shut the place down, in those fly outfits, the people, the photographers, the cameras. We too fire. We too cool, we brought the half white half black, The Grandfather-esque suit, pimped out boots, fur coats in a light shade of oat, pops of old school red, 10-10-10s!!! Fiya in the streets freaky in the sheets. Thrifted goods from head to toe. Just DSLs, no need to flaunt them YSLs and Logo-

Mania-c panics, insecure Ass fights, sleepless nights, Tel-Aviv dreams, Perfecta on the radio. Sade on the stereo. Stars Are Blind has become an anthem, but Nelly Furtado strengthens our tandem. My Cherie Amour, cara mia, Amor de mi vida- it’s Friday, babe! Can we just have one good día?

Giant Pikachu, that I won for you. Every person envied the dude, who’s carrying a giant, yellow plush! Envy him! It’s his birthday! His embarrassment is accompanied with a blush! I heard a kid saying “I choose you!” No kid, he is mine! Get your own baby, this one is divine- femi-NINE as you claim to be

This is reality and truth be told, we made fools of ourselves. What’s done is done, unbecoming, yes, but we did what we thought was right at the moment. I’m out of tears to shed, but boy if I must see you cry one more time, don’t do it, on my knees I beg. I hate when I see the tears start to glisten your eyes. I’ve killed myself a thousand times for making you cry. Don’t do it, but here are just simple words to live by: forgive me. Forget about me. Now baby, will you

Try?

Seven- thirteen- nineteen; another day anotha dolla for San Valentin. He wielded his bow and arrow, struck a 20-something and a late teen. Inside a fortune cookie, holds a question

“Do you wanna be my boo thang” I giggled and answered. Yes- I think we just became each other’s regular dicks and regular bang- his everyday play ting. I blinked once, turned to my side, and my phone suddenly rang- it’s reality calling! Should I ignore it and continue to hang? Little did I know, it’s the phone call we both need: parallel worlds, perpendicular visions, and 90° angles-When you flip the right triangle it looks like it’s bent down to it’s knees- the position where I found myself as I’m begging you please

Please stay with me,

Would you forgive me now, baby, please?

Please be my baby,

Stay for the night please?

Our continuous fights with no referees

Even after some make-up sex, it leaves no guarantees.

Too bad we didn’t even make it to a full trip around the sun. I’ve made a playlist to every single one-

Every single one of the months that you’ve left me longing for your kisses and your hugs and your I love yous that I misses, and your scent, and the views when I have you bent, and everything about you and everyday my sadness increases as I hear songs about you.

I decided that I’m ready to receive what I’ve been missing by getting it myself from other bitches. Their names are Molly, Mary Jane, and some white girl who embezzled half of my riches.

LSD dreams, psychedelic visions, heavily induced in nicotine.

Adderall brain, fried in alcohol and ampheta-main

I chased highs that began from

Seven-thirteen-nineteen

Little did I know there’s happiness beyond the drugs,

Beyond your love,

In this universe so infinite

Found within myself, I’ve had to ignite

Ignite the fire that sparked the journey

Journey of loving myself beyond, of what used to be a vision too murky

Murky skylines of my future, now I can see so clear, so white, so pearly.

Pearly whites from the crevices of my mouth started to resurface once again

Ready to explore undiscovered depths of my being once again

Rebuilding what was lost from my abrupt healing once again

Before you came, before you saw, before you conquered, shit, never again.

The deepest corners of my soul that are left unseen

Thanks to you for sharing with me, seven-thirteen-nineteen

And for forever redefining the meaning of color

Green.

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