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, it’s nearly 1am, therefore time for me to sleep.
goodnight cupcakes, message me if any of you wants to plot/starter/whatnot !

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