| i am old enough to know better but i still do it anyway |


An Evening With Sings-to-TreesSings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.An Evening With Sings-to-Trees
He was saved from being a young maiden’s fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about dancing in the rain... <3
Now watch, I'll use them for next year's research paper.
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copper flames
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copper flames
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copper flames
signed,
insanely jealous of your artistic ability
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The Stranglehold - Literate stray/feral dog role play.
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