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Sometimes the Blues

@r0vardotter / r0vardotter.tumblr.com

My father is not a robber. And neither am I. I stole a Beatles record once. Well, just the lyrics sheet, really. I needed it. When I'm not stealing, I also like kittens and write fanfiction.
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urcadelima

good morning to people who can’t stop digging, cities that are evil, doctors who go into the burn unit alone, unknown entities that live in burlap sacks, the tenant who is pushing me out of my apartment, my reflection, meat flowers, my previously nonexistent daughter, and the Orion Building Concern

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wratshit

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my mdzs/cql fanart 

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mikkeneko

i have never read these novels or watched this show but i gather by fandom osmosis that this here is Lan “If You Have A Problem With My Necromancer Boyfriend’s Terrible Life Choices, You’ll Have To Take It Up With His Manager, It’s Me, I’m The Manager” Wangji in the center stage there

That is a very very very accurate read, yes.

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tbh the best way that i explain to other people what it feels like to live with an anxiety disorder is the one time when i had to get a fingerprint and background check done for a job and i, someone who has never received so much as a speeding ticket my whole life, spent thirty minutes panicking that i would fail because i might secretly be a criminal and have no idea 

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lilkikibat

W h e r e a r e y o u n o w ?

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How long did Lan Wangji wander and how many towns did he canvass before surrendering to his impossible search for Wei Ying? Did it feel like a betrayal when he finally went back to Gusu? I imagine his first step after those three years was to go back to the end. Ascending the stairs of Nightless City, frozen again at the edge of the cliff, staring at the yawning darkness below, unable to stop hearing “Lan Zhan, let me go” over and over and over in an echo chamber of despair and hopelessness. But with all of his time spent isolated in Cold Pond Cave, his punishments still a dull ache on his back, he must have thought of his moment and forced himself to look there at the ground below. When he finally left, did strangers see it in his eyes as his gaze flickered to them and away again, moving quickly on to the next, hoping to recognize something. Could they see the ache for the unanswered questions left at the bottom of that precipice?

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