There was one a little girl who, like most children, played and danced with glee and carelessness. She, like most children was afraid of the shadows and what lied in them. She hid from them and was fearful of them. However, as time grew on, she found that she did not need to fear them. She needed to fear the monster that hid in the light. The monster that looked like everyone else and pretended to act like everyone else. So, she hid from the monsters in the light. She hid from them by dwelling in the shadows with the little monsters from her childhood. Those monsters became her friends and she became theirs. They sheltered her from the monsters of the light and cared for her. They cared for her more than anyone had ever cared. They cared more than her mother, father, siblings, and friends. They, unlike all the others, never left her. In the end, she died, and the shadows wept. The shadows had finally found someone to love them and they slipped away with the sands of time. They vowed to find her again. And they did. They found her again and again. She loved them every time and as did they. The End.
we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop instead
Simple. That chaotic friend that some people have.
Unbeknown to most, the Norse gods are still among us. Thor is a grumpy personal trainer, Freya is a successful influencer. Quite a few of the dwarves are top level sysadmins. But what about Loki?
I want to tear my heart out and crush it.
Moon is me in a nutshell HA
Kudos to the original artist
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AWWW
I shall Devour, says the monster in the tower.
Yet, spare me, spare me, it does scream.
When anyone does a thing, to stop the schemes
That it screams with all its power.
In that Tower of Broken Dreams.
:,(
yall with your ugly celeb man crushes
Chaotic poet suffering from madness and loneliness. He/She/They (18+) Asks: OPEN
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