Stop pretending

[theprerogative]

It's official, home finally feels right. In the span of a month, I've mended moldy broken bridges, built spanking new ones, found old lost loves and discovered exciting shiny interests. It hasn't been all fun and games but I don't think I have any right to ask for more. Am living the best I can (:

And I haven't done my exchange fics, which means I'm

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[caelestin]

THANK YOU BOSSU T.T

[theprerogative]

Not a problem! The only problem might be I don't have your address, which I shall bug for once I finish it (:

[caelestin]

It's on my wishlist post! ♥

catches all those hearts for myself!

[xx100dontkillme]

I'm terrible at this sort of things LOL (:

[redmoonmurder]

uwahh, I still don't have your address here D: I have something for you :x I asked for it on this post-- I guess you didn't see it ;__;

[theprerogative]

SENT SENT SENT (: Now let's pray postal service doesn't fuck up.

It's not that I don't want to tell you, but

[miir]

I... I forgot. *fails* 271 if you like? Or anything with 27 in it, really, since I do not want you to feed an obsession that is clearly the result of too little taste and too much crack if it is against your will.

Um, prompts... *does a little more flailing*

it is at moments after i have dreamed, e e cummings

This Sky, Hafiz

Yet to sing love,
love must first shatter us.
-Hilda Doolittle

Aedh Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats

It's true the wind blows terribly here,
but the moonlight also leaks between
the roof planks of this ruined house.

-Ono no Komachi, AD 850
translation by Jane Hirshfield

Kindness, Naomi Shihab Nye

The Obligation To Be Happy, Linda Pastan

Visible World, Richard Siken

Please Take Back the Sparrows, Suzanne Buffam

A Blade of Grass, Brian Patten

From Blossoms, Li-Young Le

...Yes, this is really just an excuse to spam you with poems that I think are pretty.

YOU MEAN 271 IS NO TASTE WHAT

[theprerogative]

EXCELLENT. MORE FOR THE INSPIRATION FODDER.

WHAT, NO

[miir]

I MEAN

IT'S WTFCRACK

...Um, can I spam you with more?

Boot Theory, Richard Siken

indents instead of scratches, Melanie Brazzell

What did the tree learn from the earth
to be able to talk with the sky?
- Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

"I shall tell you what I dreamed last night," [the Khan] says to Marco. "In the midst of a flat and yellow land, dotted with meteorites and erratic boulders, I saw from the distance the spires of a city rise, slender pinnacles, made in such a way that the moon in her journey can rest now on one, now on another, or sway from the cables of the cranes."

And Polo says: "The city of your dream is Lalage. Its inhabitants arranged these invitations to rest in the night sky so that the moon would grant everything in the city the power to grow and grow endlessly."

"There is something you do not know," the Khan adds. "The grateful moon has granted the city of Lalage a rarer privilege: to grow in lightness."
- Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

RIDICULOUS GIRL

[xx100dontkillme]

It's crack? Nonsense. I think it's workable.

[kye_kestrel]

Either is fine? X3 Although if it's a bracelet I'll need to give you measurements. I have small wrists. XD;;

Prompt. OTL. Uh... "Riding on the high of firsts, seconds, and thirds" or something you might write to the tune of Aerosmith's I Don't Want To Miss A Thing. /fail prompting

[theprerogative]

OKAY EARRINGS IT IS. COLORS?

I LOVE THAT SONG.

[kye_kestrel]

owo Um. Any? As long as it's not too garishly-colored? |3 Like I said, I'm fair-skinned. Surprise me~

[theprerogative]

ROGER THAT.

[stelf]

BITCH DON'T MAKE ME EMBARRASS YOU IN PUBLIC.

[theprerogative]

WHY HELLO THAR. DO YOU NEED A BED TIME STORY AGAIN? (: 5927!

[stelf]

EURGH. I HAD BAD DREAMS MAN, BAD DREAMS.

I'll write your fic when I'm at Dionne's house later!

[xx100dontkillme]

WTF THOSE WERE BEAUTIFUL RENDITIONS OF THE GREATEST WORKS BITCH.

STOP USING 59 ON ME. GO AWAY. BB.