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#justlittleweithings
risking your life to save a cat. maybe a small child too but. cat.
getting literally stabbed and apologizing for whatever you did to upset that person into stabbing u
befriending as many people as you can so you have a small army to defend you from yourself whatever comes your way
taking your snake for walks on the roof
being ready to fight and simultaneously ready to die because you’re bad at fighting
practicing magic to appease your grumpy blue teacher and his grumpier talking cat
oc aesthetic 1/???: weide “wei” habberkamp
“pay my lip service, keep it eloquent / optimistic but never quite elegant”
me: scoops cat poo and throws it away cat: takes another shit me: cat: me: cat: me: I can’t believe you’ve done this
famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: bold the ones that apply to your muse.
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // April is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when I am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud ,// and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art— // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness// how do I love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

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CHARACTER FLAWS!! RULES. bold the ones that apply to your character ! tag your friends ! TAGGED BY. @foundmclly even tho they didnt @ me properly i still saw that shit TAGGING. @mcgizoologist @tenccs @barestbcnes @obscuruus @unusualbeings(possibly Nick? but whoever you wanna do tbh) but like no pressure ofc only do it if ya’ll wanna
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Fun Fact:
Wei sometimes makes this weird humming noise when she’s anxious, that’ll increase in pitch and volume the more nervous/stressed out she is
it’s what little is audible of her internally screaming