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Log in

let's gather feathers.

bury magnets. swallow the rapture.

Name:
etherati
"Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining
We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other,
Under a tree in the cool of day, with the blessing of sand,
Forgetting themselves and each other, united
In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance."
-T.S. Eliot

Fic journal. Not much else to say.

Except:
You don't need to ask if you want to friend me, just go ahead and do it.
You REALLY don't need to ask me if for some unfathomable reason you want to draw art for any of my stories, I will fall down on the ground squeeeeing myself to death and love you forever.
In short: you don't need to ask if you're doing something nice. I really really really don't bite and I have no idea where anyone got the idea that I do NOM NOM NOM

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