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I want it to be cold so badly, because i have this unquenchable urge to go out on a freezing cold night in nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie, feet bare on the grass, and gaze up at the clear sky full stars while i try to find the constellations as i take in deep lungfuls of air so cold that my lungs start to burn and fill them to the point of bursting as the cold makes my nose and my fingers turn cold. Anyone else? No. Just me?

Like a moth to a flame

The thing I love will be my destruction

It flies to the light

The thing it loves

But is torn asunder by the flames underneath

The wings curling and unfurling

As ashes fall beneath

The question is

What is that flame?

What is the thing or person

That I cannot leave ?

The one that is my downfall

But the one thing that I need ?

What do I keep coming back to

Even though it hurts?

My dear... I'm scared it may be you

That you give me what I lack

Even though it's only at arms length

That I can give it back

Like me

The moth never learns

As it flies into the fire

And burns

Burns

Burns

My original Poem called Moth to A Flame

I love mabel and bill and i want to see them being bffs but i cannot see an interaction between them going any way other than this

I absolutely adore Shakespeare, and I'm not talking like I love it because i want to be pretentious and seem intelligent. Nah, I'm talking about this kind of stuff.

Romeo: *having a pity party because Rosaline doesn't love him*

Benvolio: *trying to console Romeo like the good friend he is and trying to keep Mercutio out of trouble*

Mercutio: *Drunk as hell, telling Romeo he just needs to crash the Capulets party with him and hook up with another, hotter girl, and then proceeds to ramble on drunkenly about a dream he recently had.*

And they say the content in Shakespeare is no longer relevant to our modern times.

I was just letting my ADHD mind wander and the thought, "What is life without the indulgence of the excessive?" popped into my head and honestly? That is one of the most profound thoughts i have ever had.

Look at this little guy. I love Peter Sqloint.

This is Xerxes Orion Illuthain Atriedes. He's a drow sorcerer 67 years old, in drow elf years that would be around 19 or 20 in human years, correct me if im wrong. He's 5 foot 1 inches tall and around 110 pounds. If you want his backstory to make sure to tell me in the comments. He's one of my DnD OC's.

Some of you say the Picture of Dorian Gray was a book about two besties right? Yeah just one bestie confessing their love, devotion and absolute worship to their other bestie right?