i have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams. (yeat's "he whishes for the cloths of heaven")

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literature family: wylan van eck for @alexclaremontdiazs​

“You’re our chemist, Wylan,” said Nina hopefully. “What do you think?” Wylan shrugged. “Maybe. Not all poisons have an antidote.” Jesper snorted. “That’s why we call him Wylan Van Sunshine.”

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