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She smiled at the dandelion. They were umbrellas, people with a destination of nowhere, and wherever they ended up they would be happy. She wondered where they would eventually settle, lightly rest upon the ground and spread their roots.
Perhaps they would never reach their stopping point. Maybe they would fly on forever, a tireless bird of a sort, soaring with the clouds and singing with the sky.
"Hey..." she said to the air, sweet-smelling perfume and the brush of fingertips across tear-stained cheeks. "Everything we do, we do together, right?"
Of course...
And th
by ~SylverEyes
FallShe was falling apart. Chipped nails and split ends. He had seen her false eyelashes peeling off as she cried, and he had watched the glitter run as sweat poured and he had seen the way she slumped after she was finished.Fall
Fluttering lashes and cold grasping hands…
He wanted—
Blood ran in the streets and sometimes he would hop over it and see his reflection.
–Pant, pant, jump—
Coward! It screamed. He ignored it as he went.
“I—” Her breath hitched and he stopped breathing and watched as her thin chest—
(Too thin, he
by ~SylverEyes
One Third“Pick me up,” she whispers, and he does—no, they do—every single time she asks. In a corner they cover themselves, a triangle of sorts, with each three points that bring something forward that the others need, even if they will not admit it.One Third
Forty-five minutes to an hour and a half they sit and weave their lies onto the paper and laugh together. She smiles because they make her smile, and when they see that they smile as well. He plays with her hair and he threatens her and she makes fun of him, but if they didn’t then something would be missing.
Because it’s their world, their world of
by ~SylverEyes
Garden My HeartReductionism, you think as you close your eyes.Garden My Heart
The grasses whisper—smaller, smaller, smaller they tell you—and the bees hum to the tune of the breeze—dance, dance, dance—because when the rough bark scrapes and the calluses are created—one more time, for everyone—things are said that have been left unsaid, and the open sky picks them up and whisks them away.
Quick eyes and quicker hands are held, and all of a sudden it’s the ground that is rushing up to meet you, but the band aid is the smile and the medicine is the laugh and—laugh, laugh, laugh they chant—there are hands
by ~SylverEyes
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"Well, it... certainly illustrates the diversity of the word."
--Rocco, Connor Boondock Saints
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"Azula, I think it's time we had 'the talk',"
"... What?"
Firebending lessons, $300 a week.
Perfect outfit in which to practice, $80.
Ozai giving Azula 'the talk' ... priceless
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"Fuckin'--What the fuckin'--Fuck! Who the fuck--fucked this fuckin'... How did you two fuckin' fucks... Fuck!"
"Well, it... certainly illustrates the diversity of the word."
--Rocco, Connor Boondock Saints
--
"Azula, I think it's time we had 'the talk',"
"... What?"
Firebending lessons, $300 a week.
Perfect outfit in which to practice, $80.
Ozai giving Azula 'the talk' ... priceless
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"Azula, I think it's time we had 'the talk',"
"... What?"
Firebending lessons, $300 a week.
Perfect outfit in which to practice, $80.
Ozai giving Azula 'the talk' ... priceless
I never knew you had DA! *feels like a stalker now* lmao xP
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"Azula, I think it's time we had 'the talk',"
"... What?"
Firebending lessons, $300 a week.
Perfect outfit in which to practice, $80.
Ozai giving Azula 'the talk' ... priceless
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"Never forget who you are" ~Ursa
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"Azula, I think it's time we had 'the talk',"
"... What?"
Firebending lessons, $300 a week.
Perfect outfit in which to practice, $80.
Ozai giving Azula 'the talk' ... priceless
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