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Loving someone is never a waste

@mjthesilly

I'm MJ, the ORIGINAL Certified silly-billy (she/her)

INTRO

my writing sideblog (I take requests there!): @mjwritesthingslings

Finally got around to making an intro post!!! 

Heyyy, I'm MJ! I'm a writer and an artist, plus a fandom collector 💔 (Lesbian, she/her, and very open to messages and asks, as long as you aren't creepy 🤨)

Fandoms I'm currently obsessed with include: 

• Nana (anime and manga)

•Jujustu Kaisen (Anime and Manga)

This list is subject to change 😞 it also doesn't cover all of my fandoms, just my current hyper fixations

current favorite song:

the link to my self-improvement notes game:

If you're looking for my original posts, and don't want to drudge through my thousands of pointless reblogs (I have a lot, okay?) search with the tag "Original post" This post should be tagged with it also! 

Banners by @anitalerina (the red sparkles) and @lady-ashfade (the guitar)

Feel free to say hi!!!

Do you ever just cry in frustration because you feel there's something wrong with you no matter how much you try to fix it?

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take me to art museums and make out with me

But they said to not touch the masterpieces

Well somebody’s gotta pin the artwork to the wall

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critical-perspective

This is Johnson, those idiots are fucking in the east wing again.

I’VE ONLY EVER SEEN THIS LEGENDARY POST IN SCREENSHOTS

Reblogging for the legendary Johnson, the security guard we didn’t deserve

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Will occasionally gets postcards in the mail.

No name. No address. No matter where he is.

Always of art.

Postcards of paintings from all around the world.

He likes researching them and learning about the artist, what the paintings mean, where the paintings hang now.

He knows she wouldn’t be there if he went, but he still looks into the cities that the galleries are in. Reading about the history and imagining her telling him about it. Imagining her exploring. Learning. Existing freely.

He doesn’t tell anyone because he knows she trusts him not to. Trusts him to not try and find her.

He likes to think she still checks in with him as occasionally the meaning or subject of a painting will hit too close to home with him and whatever the current thing that was bothering him.

He wishes he could write back. Wishes he knew how to check on her as she checks on him.

But since everything ended, his powers lay dormant. Only evidence they still exist are the small ‘electrical faults’ that are perfectly timed with big emotions and always end in a nose bleed.

😭😭😭

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