~ twixx ~

a dragon OC of mine

I’m tired. Tired of water, tired of remembering, tired of everything.

on this night, a golden-haired boy sat cradled in the embracing arms of three sturdy tree branches

in his enderwalk state, ranboo does something he'll never forget

when you're gone, i dream of you

An ancient wilderness spirit and a child.

a poem about escaping (mcyt/dream smp)

what is silence to you?