the stars were stolen

I had a dream that Star and Marco were out somewhere and their car got stolen so Star was like “hang on I got this” and she called Oskar and she was like “Oskaär we nëed to rïde in yöur über” and he just went “fuck you” and I woke up because it was so fuckign funny

Irreplaceable II

[Disclaimer: This story contains some themes that could be upsetting to some (a loved one dying / talk of assisted/mercy death). I am proud of this piece as it is emotional and real for me in ways I cannot describe here. But if those topics bother you too much to read it & you still would like to know what happens, hit me up and I’d be happy to provide a TL:DR. (baby is a happy part)]

On a swath of fresh linens, she was laid, a tiny squirming ball of life. Her face and skin was rosy with her little wails, protesting the chill of the air around her body in the contrast of the warmth she was rudely stolen from. The stars were bright and the moon radiant in the wee hours of the morning; the first day of the new calendar year, and an unkind one it was.

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