#outofmischief

Here’s hoping I’ll get back on, at some point.

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.(Rage, rage against that dying light) // 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 Luve 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. // 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 starry 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 all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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That you all have a wonderful new year!!

Imightvemadeafenrir....

Loki’s still being a greedy lil shit and demanding gifts because it’s his birthday while I just whisper loki pls calm thyself. he’s also prancing about with the gifts he already has gotten.