Welcome to the pad, we'll be doing some chilin and writin' if you want to do either, claim a spot below
Heres some music to chill to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qap5aO4i9A
Or watch live footage of a train in switzerland here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuIVgtAXW_8
Andrew writes stuff I guess<3<3<3<3<3
But she was kind at heart, and she told both Gwen and Cormac to thank their parents for their work as Keepers over the siege. She faltered, looked at Liam, and thanked him too.
As she left they all shared a silent glance. This was something they were used to, as children of Keepers they had always had a connection. They knew that weight. They knew that everywhere they went they would be watched, and that they would be given thanks for their parents.
And suddenly, one of them had become a Keeper.
Trinity procrastinates<3<3<3<3<3
momo's musings<3<3<3<3<3
to-do:

hang up jacket

pratice piano

clean room

poetry

looseleafs land of literature<3<3<3
to do
- homework
- piano
- bananas
working on personal narrative in another window
Seirre's scribbling<3<3<3<3
stuff
> NaPo #4
> math 4.3 questions
> english worksheet
it's strange how moths are so drawn to the light
even at night, when they should know better,
like asteroids being pulled in by a planet from
the vast confines of space. maybe it has to do
with needing a destination, even when that singes
ashy wing-tips until they become
real ashes. because there is nothing more paralyzing
than having no enclosure to have a flightpath
cramped within. and there is nothing more intoxicating,
more vertigo world-whirlpooling into a blackhole, than
staring at all the stars and not knowing which to flutter
like a heartbeat to. i think i could get lost in the nightsky
trying to fly antennae-first into the constellations.
omg space moths i am Crying
no water though >:( okay but "world-whirlpooling" though i'll allow it ty ty
chichichichichichichi <3<3<3<3<3
the problem is that someone trusted me once.
this is somewhat dangerous knowledge
to have; you see, trust is as fallible as
the heart making eye contact. hearts are blind,
and love comes from under justice
because mercy is heavy enough
to weigh us down. i thought that maybe
this was something of an apology;
something of letting us have something
for ourselves, just this once.
so you blinked it off.
so maybe i was wrong.
"because mercy is heavy enough / to weigh us down." that's some serious angst right there it's my poetry what do you expect fair enough fair enough, i'm definitely not complaining it's very low quality angst, but at least it's still angst oop
Lorde does things, probably. <3<3
Subterran race history:

Native to Africa

Enslaved by England during that orginal enslavement period

A mini Underground was built under London in order to make them not die. (Water is kind of a instant K.O. And by K.O I mean death.)

Character appearances in the POV of their partners!
She glared at the window, legs slightly parted in a power stance. Loose waves, deep red this time, covered the right side of her face and trickled down to her waist. Vitiligo dotted along her neck, covering the corner of her lips.
Violet's Garden of Procrastination <3
- Finish Sonnet
- Work on crocheting Tegan's blanket (good thing she lives far away, gives me time to procrastinate)
- Read next chapter of Great Gatsby for English