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❊ I want to roleplay with you
✸ I want to plot with you
✤ I want to ship with you
✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great
❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s)
✷ I wish our characters was friends
✢ I like your characters
✱ I don’t like your characters
✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)
✫ I don’t like the way you express your muse(s)
☬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped
❂ I don’t agree on all your headcanons
✡ I agree on all your headcanons
❋ Your blog is one of my favs
✦ I like seeing you on my dash
✵ I don’t follow you for roleplay
✧ I wish you would notice me
✩ You intimidate me
✪ You seem like a cool person
✺ You’re hard to approach
✻ I wish you weren’t so shy
❄ I look up to you
❆ I love your art
❇ I love the way you write * I want to learn to know you
# I’m too shy to approach to you
☓ We should talk!
♥ *Your choice what to write*

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Aries —
ripping off the band-aid, waking through a forest, being center stage, police sirens, fingernails tapping against a desk, boiling water, a sunflower field.

Taurus —
chocolate melting, the ticking sound of a clock, blanket forts, sliding across a wooden floor in your socks, using sticks as swords, sunsets from the hood of a car.

Gemini —
the scent that follows after you blow out a candle, how handwriting is like a voice, your first visit to a haunted house, a rigid spine, the sound of crunching leaves, church bells.

Cancer —
holding hands in a hospital, lemonade on the hottest day of the year, a psychic’s parlor, sage & lavender & vanilla, hot air balloon ride over the city, windmills.

Leo —
city life at night, an acid trip, paint splattered at the wall, bubblegum, a one-way ticket, broken mirrors.

Virgo —
fireflies in the summer, back of the class, pacing & the click clack of high heels, bleach, waves crashing, sun kissed skin.

Libra —
when the couple says “i do”, lucky charms, bonfires, finger painting, blowing kisses, ballet shows, sugar on the tip of your tongue, outstretched palms in the wrong direction.

Scorpio —
being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel, wind in your hair during a midnight car ride at 100 mph, skin on skin, magnets on the refrigerator, a ceiling fan in the dead of night, sticky notes, foxes in the bushes.

Sagittarius —
jet lag, a wolf howling, bad puns, five star restaurants, burning your tongue, chipped nail polish, walking barefoot through the mud, treehouses.

Capricorn —
a loaded gun, the first snow fall of the year when everything is still and silent, the first breath after a panic attack, sun showers, the dreamy state when you’re running on no sleep, candyland, breaking through the surface.

Aquarius —
cracking open a fortune cookie, city lights in the rain, scissors & wrapping paper, bats in caves, sneaking out for the first time, watching the sunrise with your best friends, a wildflower breaking through the cracks of a sidewalk.

Pisces —
a canoe on the lake at dawn, windchimes, spring, hundred year old trees, jazz music & feather boas, dream journals, glitter eyeshadow, art museums.

feeling association with the signs, a.l. (via wildfairys)
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Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.

Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via derikisu)

Keep this one in your back pocket for the next time someone acts like an ass and then tells you they’ve been through a lot of stuff. Respectful and yet still firmly keeping respect for yourself. 

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All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.

George Orwell
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Okay then.

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ARIES

you’re brave and insightful and rash
no one can take that away from you
they don’t have the right
and they never will

TAURUS

you’ll exist until the bitter end
stubborn and a survivor
there is nothing in this world that can bring you down
but yourself

GEMINI

you are a storm disguised as a cloudy evening
the comedic and tragic masks of theater
in a universe where the inhabitants are boring
you are a bright light

CANCER

i’m sorry for the rupture
in your peaceful, loving home
i’m sorry for the shattering of a safe world
i’m proud that you are the only one strong enough to put it back together now

LEO

your exuberance is legendary
be aware
be alive
they cannot steal your radiance

VIRGO

a keen mind
lovely lips forming words of holy prayers to peace
you were robbed
but they cannot take your grace, my love

LIBRA

you tried your best
you are not bad for doing what it right to recover
you deserve it
you need help as much as everyone else does

SCORPIO

silent as a statue
you bear it all with stoic, strong shoulders
it is okay to cry
recovery is not weakness

SAGITTARIUS

i trust your poetry and drive
i trust your strength and capability
one day there will be a time for you to trust that too
just wait

CAPRICORN

after a lifetime of shouldering other people’s problems
know that that is a good thing
but self-care is a good thing too
and there is a peace in balance

AQUARIUS

let your sympathy go
they don’t deserve it after what they did to you
you can make yourself the priority know
i give you permission

PISCES

it is not your fault
you were not weak or stupid
you have a big heart
and I’m proud of you for it

abuse in the zodiacs; l.m.  (via venaes)
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i. It is a shame. We were light in flight. We were solar and moonlit. All white and luminous, we were spectrums bled out through your prism of holy, holy, holy. We were reflections of your glow; fractions of your divinity. We, the fervent and fanatic, were beautiful. We were beautiful because you were beautiful.

ii. It is cruel. They were God’s children but we were your sons. They: mortal, weak, ever unfaithful. We: your soldiers, your messengers, your instruments. Your will at work. We scattered ourselves among the unworthy. We closed the gap, our wings bloodied and worn, our halo in cracks. Then you stripped us.

iii. It is too hollow. We are crawling, clawing, knees raw on hell’s floor. Our light has dimmed but never weakened. Black flames where there was once sunlight. You are farther, you are escaping us, but we still remember. Our eyes never forgot your vision. It aches within us. And we miss you.

iv. It is not over. We are dancing among ruins, we are mouthfuls of blood, we are the darkest stars. Holiness does not love us, won’t touch us. But still, we adore. Still, we are burning. We will finish what you made us for.

Aisha X., “Letters to God” (via twonabait)