BANSHEE
 my ears hear what others cannot hear;
small faraway things people cannot normally see
are   VISIBLE   to me.
these senses are the fruits of a lifetime
of longing, longing to be rescued, to be ᏟՕᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬᎠ.
just as the skirt needs the wind to billow,
i'm not formed by things that are of  myself  alone. 
  ⚑  .
#ofmountainash.

okay, i gotta get off. not like i want or i am sleepy, but i have to. it’s nearly 11pm, i have to study a bit more & then go to sleep eventually. sighs, wish me luck with waking up at 6am.
—- my blog does so not look like a roleplay blog now. but i will fix this tomorrow when i’m back from school & done with studying, therefore it means i’ll get on around 3/4PM my time. all the replies i owe are saved in my drafts, so don’t worry – most likely i have saved every single one.

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