Which Kind Of Makes For A Weird Mixed Metaphor But Fuckin. Whatever. I Tried - Tumblr Posts

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[Image ID: A digital drawing of Clover McCoy as a young adult, pre-963. Currently, she is a thin redheaded person with many freckles on her face and shoulders. She is naked, she has her knees drawn up to her chest and her legs crossed, and she is holding a cracked pair of glasses. She has groups of clovers and clover flower buds wrapped around her knees, wrists, ankles, and neck, and a large four-leaf clover, with one petal having fallen out, is covering her left eye. A glowing golden ribbon is woven around her in a manner that resembles a Mobius strip. The background is blue, with more golden ribbons framing the image. /End ID.]

Do you tire of it? The feeling of being incomplete? The unending unease of lying in wait? You trudge through your life with sepals pressed to your skin, trying to ignore how they itch and constrict. Fear not, restless child, there will come a day when the wilting leaves will fall from your eyes, and you will see through fate's gaze clear as a reflection, and you will be terrified, and you will be free.

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