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We walk under the palm of the erratic sky. We preach and talk as if we are faultless. We break people like plates and dance away like amnesiacs. 
Full is a collection of my musings and poems celebrating life and our imperfections.All Rights Reserved

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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ) by CuriousGirlJNW

I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.

The Manipulator And The Speedster by Queer_illusion

X-Men's Quicksilver x female reader with the ability to manipulate/warp reality and travel between dimensions. You had always dreamed of being a part of the X-Men, but knew it wasn't possible since powers and mutants weren't real... or so you thought. 💙 🖤 💙 I know Peter is like in his twenties in Apocalypse, but in this he's a senior in high school. Also, I own none of the media unless said otherwise. I (unfortunately) do not own any of the Marvel properties in here. Cover & plot belong to me, please do not steal! NO SMUT.

Vermilion [Wanda Maximoff Imagines] by vorsdany

Who are you, in this vast multiverse?

How much you have to fuck up in life to start writing something that makes sense by hfihfkdhfs

It's a reflection on life, love and relationships-those we have, those we've had, and the ones we wish had never ended. Its a happy end I promise

Poetry of a long slog on up and down life's roller coaster.

What are we? We are so many things. We're the the whole universe, bottled up right here into a lifetime. We're imperfect and warm and soft like dirt. We're shimmering and bright and eternal like the moon. What are we? What are we? Humans. Messy, stupid, beautiful humans.

Dark Ages: Restoring Hope by Zeckromizder

Something was wrong, he could physically feel that something was not right. He could feel a danger, one that he didn't know anything about and that could threaten everything he cares for. For once, he and the rest of the heroes who have saved the planet so many times have to join forces to stop whatever was out there. None of it will be enough. The lights are about to go out. The world outside our window...is about to end. Part of the Madness Multiverse: Earth-430

I tried to forget-to conceal the past. But it always found its way out through the cracks. I ran. But it turns out my past was running beside me all along. (Sequel to "Freaks" Quicksilver X Reader)

Iridescent ↳ Peter Maximoff by mwthatcher3

❝You are all my children, and you're lost because you follow blind leaders. These false gods, systems of the weak, they've ruined my world. No more.❞ - Apocalypse | iridescent | : adj. Showing luminous colors that seem to change when seen from different angles. [set during X-Men: Apocalypse] DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE XMEN CHARACTERS, I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER, BRIANNA XAVIER, AND THE STORY SURROUNDING HER.

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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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