#zhonde

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@wadeguns-blog​

“ HOLY S!@$! SHE’S WRITING ME? WHAT! HELLO! “

wade.

“ NO! YOU DON’T WADE ME! YOU missy miss REMADE my blog then ditched it? What a agent you are. “

wade ---

“ IT’S BEEN THREE YEARS! “

WADE! 

          ‘ ...you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. do you have to let it linger? ‘

the six of cups is in the upright position. you feel safe & protected , surrounded by sweet memories. there is something you must remember though.

the five of pentacles is reversed. you feel ignored , not welcomed. try letting go of that bad experience & find where you want to belong.

“ my mother enjoyed swimming a lot. ” marianne lets their feet dangle off the dock, into the cool water of the fishing pond. “ she’d spend her summer afternoons in the sea near our home. ”  a sigh, filled with home-sickness. “ do you e-ever miss your parents, lucina ? ”

chilly weather starters  /  accepting

     “Oh,  dear !  Do not move.”  Given the notable height difference between them (and Claude’s lean build),  Ferdinand thinks it far more effective to simply catch Claude by the crook of his knees and scoop him up in his strong,  war-built arms.  After all,  Ferdinand has practiced the motion to perfection plenty of times on the battlefield.  

“ look out below ! ” you toss the rope ladder out of your window, hooking the anchors beneath the windowsill, poking your head out the window as you look out into the gloom of the late evening, wrapping your dressing gown around your body- to combat the late autumn chill. “ the ladder’s out- and my parents are asleep- so come on up. ”