RoyalBeeMage

Hey guyssss

So I'm going on vacation and will have no shard time so uhhhh I'll be back on Friday!

Also musicians!! I heard THE most relatable thing I've heard in a while from my friend:

Friend: *is practicing viola*

Friend: "Good news!!"

Me: "Hm?"

Friend: "Grace notes are no longer the devil! They are now only the devil's advocate."

Wise words indeed

Hey, just letting y'all know that the day I'll fully leave will be tommorow, Sunday. At the very latest it'll be like around lunch on Monday that I fully finish up. 

Now is your basically LAST CHANCE to sign up! Go do it or we’ll find your house and bomb it with thirteen trillion water balloons!*

 

NINE DAYS!!! Join the hunger games if you haven’t! 

NINE DAYS!!! Join the hunger games if you haven’t! 

GUYS

I'M BACK

MAYBE I'LL STAY THIS TIME

 

Translation: I've been extremely busy. Extremely. I had to take some time off the shard without being able to tell anyone, and then I had so much crap going on...it's been a long semester ya'll.

I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYBODY I WAS ROLEPLAYING WITH!!! IF ANY OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NEEDED OR ANY OF THE RP'S ARE DEAD PLEASE TAG ME IN THEM SO I CAN HELP RESUSCITATE THEM

*raises wine glass* 

drink with meeeeeeeee

to daysssssssss 

gone byyyyyy

 

ANYWAYS

I look forward to hanging with ya'll again!!!

~ Veil

GUYS

I'M BACK

MAYBE I'LL STAY THIS TIME

 

Translation: I've been extremely busy. Extremely. I had to take some time off the shard without being able to tell anyone, and then I had so much crap going on...it's been a long semester ya'll.

I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYBODY I WAS ROLEPLAYING WITH!!! IF ANY OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NEEDED OR ANY OF THE RP'S ARE DEAD PLEASE TAG ME IN THEM SO I CAN HELP RESUSCITATE THEM

*raises wine glass* 

drink with meeeeeeeee

to daysssssssss 

gone byyyyyy

 

ANYWAYS

I look forward to hanging with ya'll again!!!

~ Veil

Quick I need all y’all’s suggestions for books that have incredibly attractive thieves (morals are optional) and/or assassins. No inappropriate romance, pretty please, and ummmmm idk I’m looking for books to buy because I DEFINITELY HAVE MONEY FOR THAT. YUP.

Quick I need all y’all’s suggestions for books that have incredibly attractive thieves (morals are optional) and/or assassins. No inappropriate romance, pretty please, and ummmmm idk I’m looking for books to buy because I DEFINITELY HAVE MONEY FOR THAT. YUP.

GUYS

I'M BACK

MAYBE I'LL STAY THIS TIME

 

Translation: I've been extremely busy. Extremely. I had to take some time off the shard without being able to tell anyone, and then I had so much crap going on...it's been a long semester ya'll.

I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYBODY I WAS ROLEPLAYING WITH!!! IF ANY OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NEEDED OR ANY OF THE RP'S ARE DEAD PLEASE TAG ME IN THEM SO I CAN HELP RESUSCITATE THEM

*raises wine glass* 

drink with meeeeeeeee

to daysssssssss 

gone byyyyyy

 

ANYWAYS

I look forward to hanging with ya'll again!!!

~ Veil

Quick I need all y’all’s suggestions for books that have incredibly attractive thieves (morals are optional) and/or assassins. No inappropriate romance, pretty please, and ummmmm idk I’m looking for books to buy because I DEFINITELY HAVE MONEY FOR THAT. YUP.

m'lord duke. it is with pleasure that I wish you happy birthday.

mmm.

sandwiches.

Hey guys, sorry in advance for the emotional roller coaster the last couple weeks have been, I don’t know how much of it has bled onto the shard (I know some has, but definitely not all, I kind of tend to hide the bad in secret journals xD)

Anyway

Ahem

There are some moments where the emotions are too powerful to speak.

Where the tears falling down your cheeks aren’t enough.

Where the screams echoing from your hoarse through aren’t enough.

Where you are thumping your chest to try to get to your heart that feels as if it just might burst, and it isn’t enough.

Where you’re hugging someone so tight your arms are shaking, and it isn’t enough.

Where you laugh at the sky and dance through the rain.

Where you need to sing. 

There are moments when your soul wants to break free from your body and fly its way up to heaven, because this earth cannot possibly understand all that you are feeling. 

I don’t ever want to lose these moments.

I wrote an essay type thing a bit ago about being young, about how you fly and you fall; there is nothing better than flying, and nothing worse than falling. And we get so afraid to fall that we stop flying.

Don’t let me ever stop flying. I have fallen, and I will keep falling, and I will shatter and break over and over again. 

But see how I fly.

This is what it means to be alive. 

The flying,

The falling,

The feeling.

And this feeling, right now…

It’s too powerful for any words. Too powerful for a mortal body. Nothing I say can possibly explain it. 

Because next April, I will be performing in Hadestown, arguably my favorite musical of all time.

And it’ll hurt.

It’ll be a long, messy, exhausting year. 

I’ll keep falling.

But watch me fly.

“To see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.”

I feel so much more, but there are no more words I can say that will even begin to make you understand all that I feel right now.

So…

Know that I’ve been screaming for almost 3 hours straight and no longer have a voice.

Goodnight,

Brothers.

Goodnight.

I present:

The Young Elans

Which could totally be a boy band

 

Hey guys, sorry in advance for the emotional roller coaster the last couple weeks have been, I don’t know how much of it has bled onto the shard (I know some has, but definitely not all, I kind of tend to hide the bad in secret journals xD)

Anyway

Ahem

There are some moments where the emotions are too powerful to speak.

Where the tears falling down your cheeks aren’t enough.

Where the screams echoing from your hoarse through aren’t enough.

Where you are thumping your chest to try to get to your heart that feels as if it just might burst, and it isn’t enough.

Where you’re hugging someone so tight your arms are shaking, and it isn’t enough.

Where you laugh at the sky and dance through the rain.

Where you need to sing. 

There are moments when your soul wants to break free from your body and fly its way up to heaven, because this earth cannot possibly understand all that you are feeling. 

I don’t ever want to lose these moments.

I wrote an essay type thing a bit ago about being young, about how you fly and you fall; there is nothing better than flying, and nothing worse than falling. And we get so afraid to fall that we stop flying.

Don’t let me ever stop flying. I have fallen, and I will keep falling, and I will shatter and break over and over again. 

But see how I fly.

This is what it means to be alive. 

The flying,

The falling,

The feeling.

And this feeling, right now…

It’s too powerful for any words. Too powerful for a mortal body. Nothing I say can possibly explain it. 

Because next April, I will be performing in Hadestown, arguably my favorite musical of all time.

And it’ll hurt.

It’ll be a long, messy, exhausting year. 

I’ll keep falling.

But watch me fly.

“To see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.”

I feel so much more, but there are no more words I can say that will even begin to make you understand all that I feel right now.

So…

Know that I’ve been screaming for almost 3 hours straight and no longer have a voice.

Goodnight,

Brothers.

Goodnight.

Oooooh new pfp!

I like it.

Hey guys, sorry in advance for the emotional roller coaster the last couple weeks have been, I don’t know how much of it has bled onto the shard (I know some has, but definitely not all, I kind of tend to hide the bad in secret journals xD)

Anyway

Ahem

There are some moments where the emotions are too powerful to speak.

Where the tears falling down your cheeks aren’t enough.

Where the screams echoing from your hoarse through aren’t enough.

Where you are thumping your chest to try to get to your heart that feels as if it just might burst, and it isn’t enough.

Where you’re hugging someone so tight your arms are shaking, and it isn’t enough.

Where you laugh at the sky and dance through the rain.

Where you need to sing. 

There are moments when your soul wants to break free from your body and fly its way up to heaven, because this earth cannot possibly understand all that you are feeling. 

I don’t ever want to lose these moments.

I wrote an essay type thing a bit ago about being young, about how you fly and you fall; there is nothing better than flying, and nothing worse than falling. And we get so afraid to fall that we stop flying.

Don’t let me ever stop flying. I have fallen, and I will keep falling, and I will shatter and break over and over again. 

But see how I fly.

This is what it means to be alive. 

The flying,

The falling,

The feeling.

And this feeling, right now…

It’s too powerful for any words. Too powerful for a mortal body. Nothing I say can possibly explain it. 

Because next April, I will be performing in Hadestown, arguably my favorite musical of all time.

And it’ll hurt.

It’ll be a long, messy, exhausting year. 

I’ll keep falling.

But watch me fly.

“To see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.”

I feel so much more, but there are no more words I can say that will even begin to make you understand all that I feel right now.

So…

Know that I’ve been screaming for almost 3 hours straight and no longer have a voice.

Goodnight,

Brothers.

Goodnight.

For now, I am back! I think I will soon take another Break for a longer time though.

NO

STORMING

WAY

IMADEITINIMADEITINIMADEITIN

TO BOTH CLASSES

MUSICAL THEATRE 2 (20 PEOPLE) AND SHAKESPEARE (15 PEOPLE)

My heart is beating so fast

How-

Why-

Thank-

Blood and bloody ashes.

I actually made it in.

Something about failing so often makes the success so much better. Don’t stop trying, okay guys? It hurts to lose today, but when you win tomorrow…

Oh, it tastes so sweet.

 

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I'm fine  

For those writers out there, I have finally joined the club, due to certain issues at home, I have not been able to write books on my laptop, so I got a typewriter instead. Now there is no excuse for me not to write a book. YAY!!!

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I'm fine