it's not as haunting

We walk through life in search of pieces that were never missing
Constantly weaving a road made from gold strands in our minds 
Plucking the glitter from minds of those who watch 
They wish to save your soul
You blaze fire through the forest and ashes fall through your hands in mourning 
Days and days you search desperately 
As the sun chases the moon 
Winter comes enticing with its silent snow 
But as the cold haunts your bones
You stop 
And turn around to find your gold was made of fools 
And those who followed had long since departed you
Panicked you send a flare into the sky
Praying they will see you as they did before
You have gone too far
And the wise trees have died in your wake
You are alone 
The journey back will be full of missteps 
Haunting and unforgiving 
For fools gold is made for fools 
And fools often lose
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #92 //
story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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isak + raising his eyebrows in wonder during the 5:10 kisses.

Aka in which crows have pure black wings but kageyama doesn’t so he’s been keeping those feathers under wraps.

// and how you hardly ever went to school //


Reigen grimaced. “It’s…not…” He dropped the thought; he didn’t want to think about the implications. “It’ll be warmer soon.”

Chapter 10 of A Breach of Trust killed me in many ways…  All of them good.

Slowly making progress on a long overdue MAP project :’D