i am made of wax

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Chapter 1: DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS GAME GONE WRONG!!!

Chapter 2: STORYTIME – WE FOUND A 12 YEAR OLD WITH A TATTOO

Chapter 3: MISSING SON TALKS TO ME THROUGH CHRISTMAS LIGHTS?!!??! (AM I CRAZY???!!)

Chapter 4: MADAME TUSSAUDS MADE ME A WAX FIGURE!!??!

Chapter 5: BEST FRIENDS FAKE FUNERAL (PRANK)

Chapter 6: EXPLORING HAUNTED FOREST AT NIGHT (SUPER SCARY)

Chapter 7: BREAKING INTO OUR MIDDLE SCHOOL (WE GET CAUGHT)

Chapter 8: GIRLFRIEND DISAPPEARS INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION – STORYTIME

anonymous asked:

do wizard smell

i smell and am smelled. i am made of pith and wax and silicon and i accede my own precedent, world without stink

A box of crayons should be radiant
I think
The most rainbow a rainbow could be

As a crayon, I have friends
Like sun-kissed skins of cherries and the brightest sunset orange,
Like the candlelight shine off polished silver
and translucence that looks turquoise in light

You see, when I drag myself across paper
It leaves colors like pine-needles and ferns in my wake
Like the path through a thicket
and the thicket itself

But when I bleed out my name in evergreen wax
I hear, “Oh,
What a beautiful pink.”

But… I am not a pink crayon

I am not a pink crayon
But still, they call me “Primrose,”
Call me: “Carnation,” and “Salmon,” and “Blush”
I hate being wrapped
In pink paper straight jackets -
The hue of sore gums beginning to bleed -
See, I never could color in lines

“Oh,” they say “you’re one of those blues,
Who got stuck with pink paper labels.”
“I see now,” they say like it’s one or the other
Like colors are a matter of one or the other
Like when you open that box
There are two crayons to choose
No,
You don’t see me at all

“But green’s not a color you can be, silly girl,
Green’s not a color at all.”

But…
Here I am
Made of wax the most breathtaking shade of pine trees in spring,
The splendor of moss cascading down bark,
Of fluttering leaves and of lily-pad stems and the way
Sunlight hits seaweed through water

Let me spruce up our drab cardboard box of a home
Let me add my most marvelous hues
And make space for the violets that lay beside me
For the crimsons and peaches and beige
This box contains more than just blue and pink
Add my shades to the list on the back

I’m not pink
I’m not blue
Nor blue-labeled pink‑-­
I write in such vibrant
Shades of myself

I am the color of growing things reaching toward light
But nobody sees it at all

I’m a lonely green crayon in a cardboard box
Full of color-blind pinks and blues

—  Confessions of a Crayon (On the Box That They Live In)