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"An old portrait hanging in the principal's office at the academy. The name tag had been worn down, leaving the figure a mystery. But thanks to some Cookies, the mysterious figure was identified to be the first principal of the academy."

Single Roleplay Blog, Starring The First Headmaster of Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

                                                    -Written by Nightly.

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melancholy

In longing, you are melancholy. You feel deeply and quietly, the feeling of yearning constant, like your own personal raincloud over your head that rains cold and collects in your heart, sometimes filling to overflow. The feeling follows you around and you push it away, but its always just a step behind; when it catches up to you, it turns your expression from a bright smile to a brief look down and your lips pulled into a kind of grimace. You bite your lip to break the look and hope no one notices. But secretly you hope someone did. You know this feeling is a creation of your own mind but you just can't shake it, and in some ways, you don't even want to. You know in your head what you desire is doubtful, but in your heart you don't want to give it up. The feeling is close to sadness but it's deeper, more meaningful than that. It pulls at your gut in a way that could bring you close to tears with a mere thought of that which you seek. Be strong my love, your time will come.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Milk is the mirror of memory.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Indie - Private - Selective

Canon inspired & headcanon based First Headmaster of Blueberry Yogurt Academy

A study in teachings in magic, the psychology of a immortal, descent to madness, and understanding.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ -As written by Nightly

As if a bunch of other versions of them, are suddenly being created, born into existence.

It's nothing, surely.

borscht

your blood tastes like beetroot borscht, a soup served hot or cold. prominent flavors: earthy, tangy, and sweet.