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I didn’t want to be sad every time I go onstage … and I didn’t want to sink back into depression or relive these things over and over again, I wanted to make myself happy and when I get on stage everything is so happy. I’m having the time of my life.

Happy 22nd Birthday Kehlani Ashley Parrish | April 24th, 1995.

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Harry and the little sleeping boy. 💛 

“We’re gonna sing, very quietly, You & I.”

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Happy Belated Birthday @psycho4sans! I hope you enjoy this silly twist on The Fantastic Adventures of Papico. :3

If the rest of you understand what I’m referencing, then I am so proud!

how the hell could you want anything more

or, even’s birthday, as told through a fuzzed, 8 am snippet.


  • even bech naesheim was not a fanciful boy; well, man, formalities included. 
  • holidays bored him more than they should
  • it wasn’t necessarily his fault, though
  • years accustomed to wine drunken, mouth curdled would you rather’s and sonja’s seemingly unlimited supply of recorded hell’s kitchen re-runs, the boy had something akin to a routine
  • and so, much to his disgruntled chagrin, it was an oddity to be awake with isak at 8 am on a sunday, cooking breakfast simultaneously 
  • see, it wasn’t exactly unheard of for isak to cook
  • he just rather despised it, and thus left it up to even 
  • nonetheless, he got to work whipping the eggs and setting aside the dough for cinnamon rolls; courtesy of his lover’s endearing whining 
  • isak looked so cute like this, all sleep-fussed, a boy constructed altar of babysoft february
  • electric thrummed through even’s veins, made a home in the hollow of his ribcage spelling love, love, love
  • isak mouthed along to tlc’s no scrub as it played, and even found himself reminded of sonja’s spice girls seemingly endless spice girls cd’s
  • it was enough to put a smile, hesitant and soft on his face, because, whilst he would never love his ex-girlfriend romantically, he would always cherish her endless companionship 
  • ‘’c’mere,’’ even mouthed, sweet like saccharine, beckoning his boyfriend in for a kiss 
  • and oh, even would never get tired of isak’s mouth, soft and wet and so impeccably him; enough to send the blond possibly reeling, hues fluttering shut as he savored that taste, like lavender and chamomile
  • the bacon sizzled quite angrily within its confinements, and isak let out a squeak that sent his elder’s heart pounding, ribcage like a mantra
  • as they dished up, they talked; talked about everything and nothing and how they slept and even wanted to do today
  • ‘’just wanna stay in with you. can we do that?’’
  • isak, bless his heart, giggled a breathy sort of giggle, smiling soft and sweet like scorched winter and yes, if they did end up missing any sort of activity the shorter had planned regardless, it was no thanks to even’s desire to kiss that pouty mouth bruised
  • all even wanted wanted for his birthday was his boy, to which he was starting to realize, and the fire in his lungs so tender had everything and nothing to do with it
  • ‘’we can.’’ 
When she took
her very first
breath,
the world was
truly blessed.
Oh, and when
she smiled
all eyes were
on that child.
Her soft cheeks,
they blushed red
like a cherry
that little gem
of a girl
was named Elle.
— 

Birthday Poem #2

Happy birthday Elle @ellenya

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