[THIS BOOK HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED]
(n.) empathetic, universal love. A love for others that is inclusive to nature, strangers, or the less fortunate. Generally, is an empathetic love toward humanity and the universe as a whole.
Welcome to my collectio...
I hope you're miserable <3 ♪Wilbur Soot♪ (songfic) (Do try to listen to the song while you read)
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Request: Yes, mardermanx Summary: Wilbur's revival has stirred up some pleasant reunions. And some not so pleasant. You, currently have been avoiding all contact. AU?: Dream SMP au, after Wilbur's revival What Type of Love: Romantic Tw/Cw: cursing, mentions of starvation, mentions of death/limbo POV: 3rd Person Extras: f/f = favorite flower
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I still hear your voice, tryna rip my world to pieces.
"You know, Tommy. You aren't the only one who spoke to Wilbur." You looked up from the book you were reading.
"Really?" Tommy looked over, with a look of surprise on his face. The two of you were walking down the Prime Path.
But I'm not your toy, you can break and leave there bleeding.
"Yea. I hear him sometimes, in the back of my head. He's not always the nicest, is he?" Tommy scoffed.
"Nicest? That's not Wilbur. Never has been." Tommy glanced away. "Don't let him get to your head."
The damage is done, moving on if I'm ready or not.
"Ready?" You nodded. "Okay." Puffy held your hand, as you threw it all.
Letters. Your old uniform. A couple of pictures. Sheet music. And set it all aflame. "Thanks, Puffy. I feel a little bit better."
"Good." She patted your shoulder. "It's time to move on. You're bound to someday."
But you drag me through the mud, here I come, now I'm petty as fuck.
