Locklyle Is So Precious To Me That The Rising Idea Of A Fic Of Lockwood That Is In My Head Feels Like

People

I had a dream, where I was walking barefoot in a school garden, it was raining, and then I saw a tall, dark haired man that was standing in the rain like a ghost.

I approached, and ask him if he saw my rain boots.

Really. Just like that.

And then the man turned and there it was Morpheus. He looked tired but his eyes where kind of... Shining. He said that he didn't see my rain boots, but that he would tell me if he does.

Now, when I was about to wake, I remember that we were standing in front of each other, my boots finally found, and that Morpheus was smiling. It was little, tiny, but a smile nonetheless.

I woke up and felt like if a have made something good for someone, like, I was kind, and the someone felt better for it.

What a dream.

People:

I sended a message to Ruby Stokes' Instagram, proposing her a plan to convince Netflix to get Lockwood and Co back.

Start praying for her to answers me. This cannot go to waste.

Good Night.

My family makes wanna dissapear.

Poseidon: "I surrender. Just spare my son"

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Percy: "Do you ever dream with mom? "

Poseidon: *laughs silently*

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Me: *cries pearls*

People, I'm watching Spy x Family and well, the things you do for the mission. *laughs maniatically *

How far i've went. Once you start you never end. First One Piece. Now Spy x Family. What's next?

I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:

That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.

Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.

So here it is. Use it wisely.

—The Solivagant.

Well well well, would you look at that. I used the cat's pic cause I felt like such when I realized, but this photo of yours reminded me of my own dogs back home. Turns out they can be scary too. 😆

People, I am an oneironaut.

I just woke up of my nap and I remember a little of my dream, yet I precisely remember that I could pause it, play it back, play it forward. I could control my own dream.

I remember one thing: I saw a man. Tall, with raven hair and all dressed in black. I dont remember his face, but I remember that I knew he was angry for something.

Should I sleep again or I am in danger?

What kind of fan of The Sandman I am that I got a female cat with a little of white in her chest and called her Jessamy.

Dear God.

Sandman by Ed Sheeran is a whole freaking level. I have the idea that Morpheus would cry while hearing it cause it would remind him of Orpheus, since it says "honeybees and birds sing your song".

Fight me or cry with me, you're welcome.

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Four.

After, basically, many supernatural experiences, Esther becomes, in the floating words of Delirium, a many-coloured oyster shell containing a black pearl.

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Where Esther does her first defiant action, and with it, she goes forward.

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