Ok This Is Really Pissing Me Off, You Don’t Smell Your Crush In Amortentia. You Smell Your Favourite

‼️‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE LAND OF STORIES AND TALE OF MAGIC‼️‼️

Ok, I’m very confused here. If the tale of magic, witchcraft and sorcery are the prequels to the land of stories series why does the snow queen die? She is shown to be VERY MUCH ALIVE all throughout the series and is essential in the last book as she controls Alex to take over the otherworld. How does anything happen if she’s dead, cause the second, third, and six books wouldn’t be able to happen without her. She’s an essential piece of the puzzle, her wand, her dragon egg and finally herself. How is any of this possible if she dies to a dragon to save Brystal who I’m assuming is the Fairy Godmother, Alex and Conner’s grandmother?

Ok, i waited. I was patient, i waited five episodes where the FUCK is my pretty boy genius.

“I hide behind sarcasm because telling you to go fuck yourself is considered rude in most social situations.”

— Unknown

From now on, im just gonna shitpost all my thoughts.

Two Trees

There are two identical trees I see,

They stand together, content as can be.

They dance gleefully in the summer,

And hold each other bare in the winter.

I watch them from my maths class,

Bored, trapped behind the glass.

But there? They laugh free,

Loving with a love stronger than me.

-A.F.A Makar

The After shower

Tw: Self hatred/self harm

I sit in the bathtub. Now I understand why girls keep the water scorching. I sit down, feeling the water scratch at my back like the dog of hell. Now I understand why the girls get pretty after saying ‘beauty is pain’. I sit under the shower head praying that it will burn every last cell off my body-be-rid me of the sins that occurred in the last few hours. As I sit under the burning water I finally understand. I can feel something, some morsel of humanity within the pain I’m experiencing. I almost don’t feel like a monster as I claw at my skin. As I ask the gods why. As I cry to myself hearing those words my brother told me. As I question why he did to me what he did.

- A. F. A. Makar

I thought that might be the reason but I just wondered if there were different theories out there

‼️‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE LAND OF STORIES AND TALE OF MAGIC‼️‼️

Ok, I’m very confused here. If the tale of magic, witchcraft and sorcery are the prequels to the land of stories series why does the snow queen die? She is shown to be VERY MUCH ALIVE all throughout the series and is essential in the last book as she controls Alex to take over the otherworld. How does anything happen if she’s dead, cause the second, third, and six books wouldn’t be able to happen without her. She’s an essential piece of the puzzle, her wand, her dragon egg and finally herself. How is any of this possible if she dies to a dragon to save Brystal who I’m assuming is the Fairy Godmother, Alex and Conner’s grandmother?

Words

I dont have the words,

I never have.

I dont have the words of leaders,

I dont have the kind of words that hold power.

I dont have the words to tell people that fighting is useless.

War is futile but my words are pointless.

I dont have the words to teach man that war and violence does nothing.

I dont have the words to show them the horrors and destruction they cause

When they could just sit down and talk because

They have the words.

And even if I were given a platform,

To yell,

And scream;

These cowards would still go to war.

And I’d make a fool of myself because

I dont have the words.

Even if you were to extract the idea from my brain:

There’d never be enough words that can be formulated from any lexicon to even begin to understand the sentiment because:

I dont have the words.

I dont have the words to show my outrage at people’s disregard of their planet.

I dont have the words to scold the past generations for making us clean up their mess.

I dont have the words to show what their greed and negligence  has done to their home.

I don’t have the words to show people how they are condemning their children with their oversight of their planet.

Even if there was a live stream, where I could rant and cry at the world;

They’d still destroy their only home with overwhelming apathy.

And I’d make a fool of myself because

I dont have the words.

It frustrates me every day that 

I dont have the words.

I don’t have the words to show people how little their leaders care about them.

I don’t have the words to teach people how badly the bigotry can affect people. 

I don’t have the words to persuade people to be even just a little nicer. I don’t have the words to teach people why “all lives matter” inherently negates “black lives matter”.

I don’t have the words to explain why Cis and Straight people don’t get a pride flag. 

I don’t have the words to stop people is prejudices.

I don’t have the words to educate people on the differences between Islam, and though the terrorists who pervert it.

I don’t have the words to show the world the vile things are refugees and immigrants have go through just to be ridiculed by the country they’ve escaped to.

I don’t have the words to teach people why women say, “kill all men”.

I don’t have the words to convince people that anyone other than native cis white straight men should have rights. 

Even in a meeting with anyone who have the slightest shred of influence,

I could scream,

I could rant,

I could yell,

I could cry,

I could shout,

I could break down.

But they still oppress people for things they can’t control.

and I’d make a fool of myself because

I don’t have the words.

I’d scream from the rooftops,

but I don’t have the words.

If I did, I tell you every day how beautiful you are:

I tell you the sunsets are jealous of your smile.

I tell you that God’s favourite Angel is envious because you were chiselled out of the purest Alexandrite.

Id tell you Apollo’s harp is nowhere near to the sound of your laugh.

Id tell you you look like a Taylor Swift song.

Every day i try to go and tell you how pretty you are.

But you’re standing there with,

All your friends and,

All the fourteen eyes on me because I’m interrupting the conversation for…what exactly?

To stammer and stutter and make an absolute fool of myself in front of them because,

I just don’t have the words.

You’d think if you looked at what I’ve done,

“Now that’s a man who has the words”

But my brain is just a big bowl of twisted scribbles,

Rolled up into one big knot,

And whenever I try and find the words to speak,

They just tumble out in to a vomit of turmoil.

And when I try and tell you, even though I want to be more, that I just want to be friends;

the words just jumble up and travelling an endless loop from my mouth to my brain to my stomach to my mouth because

I just don’t have the words.

Yesterday you said that was the funniest thing I’d said,

And he told me, “those words were yours, you have the words”

But I fumble and care and overthink, and I can’t pick the right words.

What if I say the wrong thing?

What if I make you think worse of me?

What if I offend someone?

I wish I could speak some

I wish I could find the words or the courage 

I wish there was a VR world where I could practice saying it so I can get it right.

And I wouldn’t make a fool of myself because

I’d have the words.

I know I don’t have the words to stop wars.

I know I don’t have the words to fix climate change.

I know I definitely don’t have the words to save people from bigotry. But maybe one day,

I can have the words to tell you how I feel about you.

- A.F.A.Makar



I keep watching these Road trip videos and I just want to meet like minded people who wanna go on a journey. I wanna find people to connect with and be myself unapologetically. I'm in London, if anyone wants to do this with me, please add me on discord (Heyoooo18).

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