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Notes game because I need it

5 - I properly tidy my room and light some incense ✅

10 - I go out on a walk for 20 mins ✅

15 - I plan something with a friend ✅

20 - I submit my poetry to a creative writing competition ✅

25 - I finish my plan for a long marauders fic ✅

30 - I cut down my screen time by 30 mins each day ☑️ (trying 😭)

35 - I ask my parents to change my name on the school register ✅

40 - I work out for an extra hour each week

45 - I ask my parents for a binder for my birthday

50 - I call a hotline next time I feel like hurting myself

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Thank youu @ameliafromafairytale for the tag!!

I was tagged to list 5 items in my bedroom and let y'all vote what you'd steal :0

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you know those deeply disturbing short stories you read in English when youre like 9-13 with really questionable plot lines that stick in your mind forever

its me and my silly little fantasy books against the world (i havent read most of them and dont intend to)

here you go:

My life down I shall lie Should restless spirits try To play tricks on your sacred mind

-The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, by The Smiths

Oooh i like the smiths but idk that one ill check it out

"wyd"

( I am sitting on the broken swing set in the garden. around the corner is the tree we would climb before we knew that those were the days we would miss. i can see the neighbours greenhouse with tomato vines creeping up the walls and it feels like they are smothering me. I cant breathe. These walls convulse with memories and tears and days lost to the test of time. Everything floods back. The smaller feet are still imprinted over the grass. I begin to picture the softness of your voice and the darkness of her eyes, your hair spilling over your shoulders and you back like a pot of ink knocked over. You are here with such achingly perfect and terrible clarity that i feel as if i am choking on my own heartbeat, rising up in my throat and blurring my vision.)

"not much bro wbu"

I always carry a bit of paracord with me and i can tie loads of different knots with is including but not limited too square knots, square lashings, granny knot, reef knot, bowline and Zeppelin knot

No pressure tags: @w1nterb3rrry @woods3115

And anyone else who wants to join

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

tumblr holidays are getting out of hand. i could get behind the ides of march but neil banging oit the tunes day?? really?

Burn (Laurens' version)

I saved every letter you wrote me

From the moment I read them,

I knew you were mine

You said you were mine

You really were mine

Do you know what my father said

When I ripped your first letter open?

He said, "Be careful with that one, son

I don't see a point in you hoping,"

You and your words flooded my senses.

Your sentences left me defenseless

You ruined palaces with your paragraphs

You wrecked cathedrals

I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me

Trying to find an explanation for every line

Each word is a sign

You really were mine

The world could just burn

Burn

They'll destroy all the letters I wrote you

They'll fool the whole world into thinking that we were just friends

A dangerous game

They have hidden our lives.

Do you know what my father said

When he found the letters in file

He said, "In all your affections,

He is making you more than just smile,"

You and your words,

No care for our legacy

Your sentences border on senseless

And I am made paranoid by every paragraph

How will they perceive you?

You, you, you

They will erase us from the narrative

Let future historians wonder,

What happened to Laurens?

When the war ended

The war never ended

I watch my heart burn

Watching it burn

The world has no right to my heart

The world cannot see in my head

They don't get to know what I said

They're burning the memories

Burning the letters

That might have exposed you

I wish you could stay in my heart

You won't leave your place in my head

I'll love you in silence instead

I'm keeping the memories of when you were mine

I hope they don't burn

So this is a rewrite of Burn from Hamilton in the perspective of John Laurens because they were gay. Idk what else to say tbh. ill post an analysis of it later if i can be bothered