The Poet - PrologueThe Poet - PrologueThe Poet - Prologue
With them too was a poet of great renown, known in England from town to town. Prevalent throughout the land, he now joined this tiny band. His dress was like that of a clown half his collar up and the other half down. Hair parted this way and that, so tousled and tangled, full of rats. He carried in his arms a book of prose from which he frequently took words and poems of all kind that were pleasing even to the most simple mind. His voice was true, light, and mellow, very cha
Wed to RealityEveryone needs a place to go. No one can long wander to and fro. Eventually we shall begin to yearn, for the world to continue on and turn.Wed to Reality
And if reality is what they say And not some made-up faeries’ play Then will I have to put to rest all my struggles against the best?
Or is it all just a notion in our head to which we’ve become hopelessly wed?
The Lunch Group
Wai~?!
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Mushrooms.
(i already texted you something along those lines)
hope you have an awesome time, and I'll see you (hopefully?) over the weekend!
*throws confetti*
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"Not all those who wander are lost"
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if i don't let myself be happy now... then when?
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I want to scream until my lungs hurt and pretend someone is listening.
Thank you soo much for the watch!!! ^^
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