“and she sleeps in his bed, while he plays pretend”
harry??? sir??? are we talking about beards???????
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So this is me drawing my favorite photo of her. I took this one back when we weren’t even dating even tho every one tought we did and we acted like we were so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ can’t blame them.
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“Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.”
― Nikita Gill, Fierce Fairy Tales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul0One was the Joker. He thinks he’s creative and an areitst because he reposts lyrics, cuts, and goes dark with words. Real artists can see the beauty and find the good. He’s a virus.
One was Ike. He punched with words, emotions and likely his hands. You can’t seem to shake him. It’s like he’s left such a bruise, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be strong and beautiful. He’s a black hole.
One was nice but had so many secrets that one came back to haunt him. I’m cheering for him to be forgiven by them but forgotten by you. He brought out the fangs in your heart and it felt like healing in the moment. He’s a reflection of a virus and the black hole.
One is now and I’m hopelessly jealous. He is everything but he’s not. You could have Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, or Thor. You choose another who reflects … but hopefully only in stature and in face. I’m watching and cheering but secretly hoping.
I’m in love
0it’s been more than a year and I still think about my headcanon of lexi being ace… dear season two please make it happen
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Me, drawing pin ups of the Monster Prom cast? More likely than you think!!
Thanks @welldressedfae for the inspiration!
5- Insomnia Imagery by Sound
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Compared to a book of fine pages
she is just a dusty open book.
never read between the lines,
never understood.
the reader and the fine book have lots of time to spare,
while the dusty old one is just left hanging there.
with all her might she swallow her cowardice
to flip through their histories of pages and dialogues.
what the old book discovered scarred her for life
is the mere fact of neglection.
the reader once flicked the old book’s pages,
the dusty one felt ecstatic that moment.
but when she knew the truth,
her heart broke to fragments.
she thought she was the only book the reader has ever read,
but no, the fine one also was read together,
together at the same time, but with a bit of a
weight on the fine book’s side.
he sits there watching her and calling her so
while me the old book
she is watching them with tears
as bookmarks in this dusty pages I owned.-untold
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