Ginger

Are you a natural redhead? 
          
          (Sorry random question i just wanted to know because of your username.)

how the fuck do you cut a square pizza?

canada, man.

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me, drinking out of my alter chalice cause i was to lazy to wash a normal cup:
          
          im fukin magical, man.

anyone wanna come to an abandoned asylum w me? we can talk to some ghosty bois.

Fun activity I like to partake in: throwing oranges at my best friend while yelling ‘assassination attempt!’ (They are allergic to oranges) and watching their disappointment in me bloom across their face.

all ive ever wanted is a friend
          i don’t like being alone.
          i talk with the moon, 
          converse with the stars,
          whether I hear an answer or not,
          I know they listen.
          but I never stay for long.
          im afraid of the dark.
          I never venture on cloudy nights,
          or when i can’t see the moon.
          I feel alone.
          well.
          Maybe not entirely alone.
          But that is nothing to celebrate over.
          
          I talk to the sun.
          I tell my secrets and desires,
          My fears.
          And I know they listen.
          Their every kiss is accounted for on my face with a freckle.
          but the sun cannot stay forever.
          
          It is dark again.
          I can hear you.
          I’m afraid.
          So I run.
          
          I speak to the ocean, 
          Ask for advice.
          A question pounds against my head,
          Uncannily similar to the waves against the shore.
          What do I fear?
          
          I’m under the stars again.
          I tentatively call out,
          And I see you.
          You are different. 
          But is that really so bad?
          As you draw nearer,
          The fear grows.
          But I think.
          And I let go.
          I take a step towards you.
          And I see your soul.
          It swirls around in vibrant colors,
          Lighting up the night.
          An aurora.
          It’s beautiful.
          I see you smile.
          “Honestly,” I think.
          “What was I so afraid of?”
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          Little poem I wrote that I thought was cool.
          This is copyright me lol.

Me, about to open up a 200,000+ word fanfic on ao3, knowing I’ll be sobbing and broken hearted by the end:
          
          
          Me: ...
          
          
          Me: *sips tea* welp, here we go again.

o thank Eleos I figured out how to delete a book.