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Last Day Of Magic

I dye my nails.

And it dries.

Like a bus stop.

When you’re just sitting there and I spit out water on myself onstage before leaving, thinking of all the people I don’t know and I quickly smile at Jamie before he leaves me with people to scatter and in the end it’s me chain smoking on a sofa, flicking through some left over magazine with a few ripped pages.

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DONATIONS

I’ve been quite ill so things have slowed up a bit and I am working on the latest request as I really want to expand it and whenever I have the time I think about it, really trying to develop it. I can post the snippet if anyone wishes though XD but it should be up soon and by soon I mean soon

Now,

I KNOW YOU LIKE MY STUFF AND I HAVE A MUSE. MY LOVELY MUSE IS IN TROUBLE AND PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO READ THIS.

I HAVEN’T BEEN AND I AM NOT IN FULL HEALTH TO HELP

BUT PLEASE DO

READ, REBLOG, PASS ON AND PLEASE DONATE

https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/dS2a4

OK ANOTHER THING, DO YOU WANT A STORY AND JUMP THE QUEUE? PLEASE I UNDERSTAND THAT FOR THE REST THIS IS UNFAIR BUT WE NEED DONATIONS AND WE ARE BEEING SEEN AS SPAM. YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE? THERE’S THE ASK BOX. DONATE ANY AMOUNT, REQUEST THE STORY AND ETC. ANY PAIRINGS. I USUALLY DECLINE BUT FOR NOW, NO, I WILL WRITE IT.

PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT EVERYONE DESERVES TO BE FREE AND SO DOES MY MUSE.

THANK YOU.

I’M NOT SAYING YOU’RE SOULLESS IF YOU DON’T DONATE, WE HAVE PERIODS OF OUR LIVES JUST LIKE MY MUSE HAS WHEN WE COLLECT MONEY, THEN REBLOG DARLING, REBLOG

SPREAD THE WORD

SPREAD THE LOVE

THE SOONER MY MUSE IS HERE THE MORE CALM, RELAXED AND MORE STORIES I WILL WRITE KNOWING THAT MY MUSE IS SAFE. WOULDN’T YOU BE TROUBLED IF YOUR BELOVED IS FUCK KNOWS WHERE SURVIVING FUCK KNOWS HOW?

SO AM I.

I’M MARIA AND I’M A WRITER, I WRITE AND THAT IS ALL I CAN GIVE BACK, MAYBE A DRAWING OF A CAT (I FINISHED ART SCHOOL XD)

DESPERATE MEASURES CALL FOR DESPERATE ACTIONS

AFTER WE GET THE MONEY A VIDEO OF US LAUGHING WILL BE MADE AND YOU’LL GET MORE INSIGHT

THANK YOU

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Let’s Dance or Flip

I sit and I start devouring my nails not due to the hunger but the lack of plain outside and the rain strums harder and Faris just wobbles slightly.

“Why the fuck are we even waiting here?” He smirks and I light a cigarette at which Faris wants to say something but in the end closes his eyes, head and leans back, his bright flowery shirt unbuttoning and the collar a bit ripped on the end. Rhys had pointed him that out earlier but he said he’d fix it and he asked for a needle and thread but I had none and Rhys had left with the idea, leaving me to stop smoking as I finnish the cigarette and hold the butt in my hand, pulling my bottom lip.

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Let’s Dance or Flip

I sit and I start devouring my nails not due to the hunger but the lack of plain outside and the rain strums harder and Faris just wobbles slightly.

“Why the fuck are we even waiting here?” He smirks and I light a cigarette at which Faris wants to say something but in the end closes his eyes, head and leans back, his bright flowery shirt unbuttoning and the collar a bit ripped on the end. Rhys had pointed him that out earlier but he said he’d fix it and he asked for a needle and thread but I had none and Rhys had left with the idea, leaving me to stop smoking as I finish the cigarette and hold the butt in my hand, pulling my bottom lip.

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Let’s Dance Or Flip

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Last Day Of Magic

When you’re just sitting there and I spit out water on myself onstage before leaving, thinking of all the people I don’t know and I quickly smile at Jamie before he leaves me with people to scatter and in the end it’s me chain smoking on a sofa, flicking through some left over magazine with a few ripped pages.

Maybe he would be a person I’d meet on a bus stop, just to fall in love for a few seconds, nothing really works even his strumming in all the other rooms, it feels like it and I tap my fingers, breathing in harder and music always attracts me in a man, how he communicates with me and it’s always the way that I cannot touch, but I have to listen more and more and it’s as if penetration is a sin and the notes which go inside me aren’t to make me feel this pleasure.

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Last Day of Magic

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Let’s Dance or Flip

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Last Day Of Magic

Like a bus stop.

When you’re just sitting there and I spit out water on myself onstage before leaving, thinking of all the people I don’t know and I quickly smile at Jamie before he leaves me with people to scatter and in the end it’s me chain smoking on a sofa, flicking through some left over magazine with a few ripped pages.

Maybe he would be a person I’d meet on a bus stop, just to fall in love for a few seconds, nothing really works even his strumming in all the other rooms, it feels like it and I tap my fingers, breathing in harder and music always attracts me in a man, how he communicates with me and it’s always the way that I cannot touch, but I have to listen more and more and it’s as if penetration is a sin and the notes which go inside me aren’t to make me feel this pleasure.

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Let’s Dance or Flip

“Why the fuck are we even waiting here?” He smirks and I light a cigarette at which Faris wants to say something but in the end closes his eyes, head and leans back, his bright flowery shirt unbuttoning and the collar a bit ripped on the end. Rhys had pointed him that out earlier but he said he’d fix it and he asked for a needle and thread but I had none and Rhys had left with the idea, leaving me to stop smoking as I finnish the cigarette and hold the butt in my hand, pulling my bottom lip.

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