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ya-know-nothing-yet · 9 months
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It… could not fly. So, I gave it wings and made it fly each morning. But it soon grew tired of having its flight path chosen for and, it began plotting. It decided on flying higher than the day before, till it was so far away I could barely see it wave.
And, what I initially took to be a strong wind blowing it around, turned out to be the little fella’s hand clutching a knife and snapping off its threads. ‘Finally’, it had thought while cutting off the last thread holding it back, ‘I can fly anywhere in the world.’
But not once, had it ever flown in its miserable little life.
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ya-know-nothing-yet · 9 months
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“My biggest regret was believing my complacency would have no long-lasting consequences of self-sabotage for the coming years. I am decaying. I was always undergoing decay but, I was never dying.”
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ya-know-nothing-yet · 9 months
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Hey Dad, it has been a while.
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ya-know-nothing-yet · 9 months
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“It is a burning home and yet, you’d still set yourself on fire to be its guiding torch? I see. My silly Little Sun of the Kingdom, without a single shadow of a doubt, you truly are the most blinding light of the North. May you forever burn.”
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ya-know-nothing-yet · 9 months
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WHEN WEAPONS SPEAK
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ya-know-nothing-yet · 11 months
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“Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.”
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"Did you think I’d easily forgive you after this was all said and done? You have hurt the ones I cared about most. And I cannot forget it."
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“You’ll burn my terrors to ash for me. And I shall turn yours into dust.”
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And I might know of our future But then you still control the past
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“Does the lonely star voyager stay with his friend and lover?” “No, he leaves. That’s how this story has to end." "Oh. What a very sad story."
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‘Why do we fight,’ I asked, when gifted a spear at the age of six. He tells me that I’ll know when I grow up. Well, I’ve grown and I am just as lost as ever.
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Of all the other days I have pondered, on whether the day of my existence brought down a heavy flood of misery upon others and then, parted out into the world to drown it... Today I whisper to myself, “this day... is just for me, and only for me. And I am happy I’m here with me.”
[ID: A "Happy Birthday" piece for Todoroki Shouto, who is from the manga and anime, My Hero Academia. He wears a indigo denim dress shirt, unbuttoned midway, which reveals a white t-shirt layered beneath it, all of it tucked inside his matching pair of jeans, as well as three gold ringed piercings on his left ear. His right hand holds a bouquet of flowers—a red, pink, and white assortment, its white flowers being the brightest part of this piece—resting over the crook of his neck, his other hand nestled inside his jeans' pocket. Behind him are colorful buildings, of pinks, red-oranges, and yellow oranges, a reddish-brown hue used for the detailing of the ledges and windows. Fluffy ivory clouds, shaded in lavender purple, and bright yellow stars are found in the deep blue sky. The clouds are reflected on the white-framed windows found in a multi-story orange building on the right of him. He has a gentle smile, his eyes mirthfully looking to the side. /End ID]
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"There is a sun above me. There is a lake beneath me. And then, there is me. That is sometimes, reason enough for me to stay."
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I always thought of stars as tears that rain over the sky, but ones that never fell. Because something is forever catching them, and lovingly suspends them in fine points.
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Amongst the brute vacancy, I could hear a beating heart shake the very foundation of it. ‘Aren’t I here,’ it trembled. ‘After their end, after their fall, despite it all, aren’t I still here for you?’
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practice doods from a while ago.
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“Even amongst my ruins, a star shines. It always does.”
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