ghost pixies

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she said,
“I don’t hear the voices anymore,
And I know just what it takes to make you sad.
If you knew me,
You’d know I don’t see the faces anymore
And I know just what it takes to make you mad.
If you loved me,
You wouldn’t leave.”

Ghost (I don’t hear the voices anymore) by @supermoviesband

Ghost (I Don't Hear The Voices Anymore) [First Draft Home Demo]
  • Ghost (I Don't Hear The Voices Anymore) [First Draft Home Demo]
  • Super Movies
  • Home Demos
Play

she said,
“I don’t hear the voices anymore,
And I know just what it takes to make you sad.
If you knew me,
You’d know I don’t see the faces anymore
And I know just what it takes to make you mad.
If you loved me,
You wouldn’t leave.”

Ghost (I don’t hear the voices anymore) by @supermoviesband

She had flowers in her messy hair, her feet were dirty. A hint of a smile gently played on her lips, her eyes sparkled. She reminded me of a ghost in her sheer white dress, like she wasn’t real.
This girl was a pixie, an angel, the devil, a wonder.
She was my summer dream.
—  Alison Lee Smith
Mischief in Autumn’s Lost Wood

Autumn’s Lost Wood is an old growth forest ringing the western edge of Peyroux, our tiny, haunted village. Lingering in perpetual autumn, the forest is chilly and dark, even in the daytime.

The following happened today:

A ghost longed for books but lacked a physical form. It lingered near a campsite’s fire pit, eagerly awaiting campers to share their tales.

In another part of the forest…

One of the forest’s resident dryad taught the local owls to enunciate “I know.” Her giggles rang like rain as the hikers shakily asked, “Know what?” They gripped their walking sticks tightly as the chorus of “I know”-s grew steadily.

At the edge of the woods…

A family of shadowferns bloomed, casting large shadows on the ground. Triggered by the heavy darkness, mushrooms slowly began to sprout and a small nocturnal pixie dug her way up from the soil. In the safety and comforting gloom accorded by the ferns and fungus, she watched the lazy rays of the sun drip from the forest canopy. It was a rare treat, to see so much light.

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SPOOKY STORY SATURDAY

listen to me talk about the ghosts in my house n shit

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Romanogers Appreciation Month

Day Twelve | James Rogers

James Rogers: Can we hear it again? Please.
Torunn: More - tell us the story more! Please.
Tony Stark: Okay, one more time and then it’s off to bed…And there came the day, unlike any other. When Earth’s mightiest heroes were united against a common threat. The Soldier, the God, the Knight, the Spy, the Giant, the King, the Pixie, the Ghost, and the Archer. On that day, the Avengers were born. To fight foes that no single hero could withstand: time-traveling conquerors, alien invaders and masters of evil. The Avengers vanquished them all. And finally, when the world was at peace, the heroes built lives of their own. The Soldier and Spy fell in love, as did the Giant and Pixie. The King found his Queen. And the Thunder God returned to his kingdom far away from the world of man. And one by one, the children of the Avengers came to be. Children who would one day become a new generation of heroes. But in time, evil returned. An evil called Ultron. Ultron wanted nothing less than total dominion over the world. But the Avengers stood in its way. Sadly, their defeat was inevitable. But before they fell, the Avengers hid their children in a faraway place, where they would grow up safe from Ultron’s grasp. Because the Avengers knew that as long as their children were alive, there was hope. Hope for the future.

I love Michael so much, he’s this loud, silly, giant man child, pale ghost boy with lil pixie hands, cute lil toothy grin, a lil tummy that is the cutest thing in the world, and even though he’s gone through hard stuff he tries really hard to be happy and he radiates sunshine everywhere he goes. He’s v soft but also v rough around the edges and he goes from lil tiny bby kitten to a fucking god with a guitar. He goes from making jokes about balls to talking about really serious things going on in the world. He’s gone from incredibly uneducated to incredibly smart, insightful and thoughtful while at the same time always being true to himself. I could honestly go on forever about how much I love him, how very important he is. We don’t deserve him, he’s actually way too good and pure for this world.