Dropped into St James' Park and it feels very weird being here after writing my last couple of chapters. Crawley and Angel had a good time though.
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I dont know why you love me
I'm danger to myself
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i love products that make up words that sound like they could've come from tumblr
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𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐
@a-musing-mixologist asked: "I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I'm actually angrier." (Kid)
Kaido had shared drinks with many a strange individual over the years, but this man was in a category of his own. And well, less sharing as he happened to share a nearby stool space with. Close enough to start banter with when others turned him down.
"How angry are we talking?" Because this man, Eustass Kid was it? looked like a bonfire given human form at least in the hair. The eyes on him looked like they could kill a man with a shaky constitution on a bad day. Not someone to mess with if he was somebody else.
An even better question lit Kaido's swill slowed mind, prompting him to set his glass down before he could finish it.
"You an angry drunk or something?" Kaido was prone to mood swings himself which could include rage induced binges and other less destructive behaviors.
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It's times like these, when Grian refers to snails as molluscs and gastropods, that I remember he has a degree in marine biology. In retrospect this makes the fishing arc funnier I think.
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven��t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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