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i will literally give you guys the biggest digital kiss if you check out my silly poetry i just put on ao3. this is DEFINITELY not the best thing i’ve ever written and it is literally straight out of the notes app but it brought out some nostalgia i definitely needed :’)
Baseball is Love - An Ode to Buster Posey
for my giants babies
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thinking about how after acosf everyone is gonna be nessian stans IDK ITS WEIRD bc i been on this ship and nesta defense squad since acomaf and it feels insane that this is now the norm IDK do y’all feel me
My poor pathetic fan girl self actually thought they were gonna kiss.
Deep conversations in a car are basically therapy sessions and confessionals
Pip: Mama, how do you think they build the sky and clouds and airplanes? And grass?
Me: What do you think?
Pip: Hammers!!
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Something About The Rain
You were my rain
when you should’ve been my ocean.
You left me in a drought;
the flowers I had planted for you whithered away.
Each time you came back,
you would drown me in your love and affection.
My flowers would grow
and so would my hope.
But like I’ve said before,
flowers can’t grow without sunlight
and it was always cloudy days with you.
I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up loving the rain.
Unlike your sky, there will never be a grey area.
You either loved me,
or left me.
He is my ocean.
His waves are gentle when they hit my feet.
He does not drench me in his love,
but lets me choose how deep I’m willing to go.
His tide comes in,
and goes back out.
But he never leaves me long enough
to go through a drought.
He is my ocean,
and I will drown in his sea.
