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Also- I’m honestly in need of a reply- does anyone want anything to do with me and Yolana? I need to know because if no one wants to do anything I’m going to delete this blog and free up the URL for someone else. I have a personal, and if I’m never going to use this one I don’t see the point in keeping it. I’ve done almost nothing as it is, so. Reblog or message me or some shit if you want me to do a thread with you. I guess I’ll wait a week before I decide?

((first time seeing tumblr on a computer since recent updates and

what))

(( am I trying to get interaction by flodding you with reblogs? Yes. I've been gone for almost 3months, do something with me before I become a whiney cat))

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Okay but real talk does anyone want anything to do with me and Yolana or should I let this blog fall into obscurity like all that came before it

Somewhere in Texas, an apartment sits abandoned.

The door is shut and locked, and the food in the fridge and cupboards had long since spoiled. Dust had settled on everything. A tall cage sits in a corner, empty save for feathers and the old, soiled newspapers at the bottom; the birds that once lived in it had long since managed to escape from starvation by way of a torn window screen. Every item in the house oozes with disuse, and for good reason- no one had set foot inside in two and a half months, since the woman living there had disappeared into nowhere with only a vague flash to state that something had happened at all. Just as suddenly, and all at once, a figure appeared, in a similar flash, and fell to the floor with a clatter, knocking over a table and sending papers and pens and a few pieces of silverware scattering over the floor. She jerked upright, scrambling around with her canekind specibus at the ready and speakerkind only an instant away. She spun three times before slowing, face crinkling in confusion as she took in her surroundings. After a fourth and fifth turn, she lowered her cane, let her jaw drop, and finally collapsed to the floor to cry. She was still confused, still tired and disoriented and half expecting an ogre to stomp around the corner any second, but she was away from that land of horrors for now. She was home.

((Guess who graduates basic tomorrow :D))

((Im alive everyone, basic training is hell and I'm really sore but I've done so many cool things. More when I get blue phase and have more phone time!))