Forwarded from NINGNING
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ㅤㅤ “clouds are appearing above.”
coherent an impeccable that has all the jubilations exposed: it becomes a substance that is merely inestimable above each things in sphere, becomes a mesmeric that blooms at each paths. all thus silhouettes became a reinforcement that always accompanied itself: when the whole world hits and also embraced thus soul, astonishingly delightfully imagined all the merriments in the future junctures. “everything unfurls up admittance to blitheness!” ᨘ໑
𑣿ৎ the lands groaned, cheering as if they were about to heartening the forthcoming beatitude through the lattice that was about to be embraced: a prolonged-term camaraderie that was in every pathways dependent on the prosperity of the atmosphere. in each corner of the space of breath, immediately set aside a corner that holds miscellaneous bliss circumstances in each path that will be chartered, together to embrace immortal merriments! ˖
[PALMY: PORTRAITURED] @ningninl &. thus entire atmosphere holds fast a jolly lattice above the restless clouds that float like eternal delights.🤩 ⁕
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lapidate a genuine leisures! ㅤㅤ “clouds are appearing above.”
coherent an impeccable that has all the jubilations exposed: it becomes a substance that is merely inestimable above each things in sphere, becomes a mesmeric that blooms at each paths. all thus silhouettes became a reinforcement that always accompanied itself: when the whole world hits and also embraced thus soul, astonishingly delightfully imagined all the merriments in the future junctures. “everything unfurls up admittance to blitheness!” ᨘ໑
𑣿ৎ the lands groaned, cheering as if they were about to heartening the forthcoming beatitude through the lattice that was about to be embraced: a prolonged-term camaraderie that was in every pathways dependent on the prosperity of the atmosphere. in each corner of the space of breath, immediately set aside a corner that holds miscellaneous bliss circumstances in each path that will be chartered, together to embrace immortal merriments! ˖
[PALMY: PORTRAITURED] @ningninl &. thus entire atmosphere holds fast a jolly lattice above the restless clouds that float like eternal delights.
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Forwarded from NYSERIA’S MOON.
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ㅤㅤㅤⓘ LOYALTY DEFINE TRUE BROTHERHOOD
ㅤㅤㅤ𖥔 ⚠️🫀 BROTHERS IN PURPOSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUNITED BY RESOLVE. ━━━━━
( `£ @Kyoungbaet.Embrace brotherhood.) Where strength and wisdom unite. Seek bonds rooted in respect, shared journeys, and unwavering loyalty. True camaraderie thrives through mutual understanding, honor, and resolve. Through challenges, forge connections that uplift, grounding each other in purpose. The pursuit of kinship is not bound by circumstances but by the alignment of minds and hearts. With every encounter, build a legacy of mutual empowerment, where trust and courage are the foundation, and every bond strengthens the essence of brotherhood.
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ㅤㅤㅤⓘ LOYALTY DEFINE TRUE BROTHERHOOD
ㅤㅤㅤ𖥔 ⚠️🫀 BROTHERS IN PURPOSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUNITED BY RESOLVE. ━━━━━
( `£ @Kyoungbaet.
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Forwarded from KYREN’S STAR.
𐀶 @leevrora againts lustrous sunlight that salute morn, blends groovy melodious chirping of pigeons enclosed by wide (&.) azure sky wind whispers softly, ripples intimately; solicit the heart to step towards a new story 🪷.
“present majestic chance, lights of candles dance, accompanying nostalgic scent meagre edition heirloom stamps. heavy-handed dance underneath lincrusta, write stories in a beautifully arranged journal, every scratch is born from a calm soul.” ✉️
ㅏ࣭ whisper of the sky summon locate a soulmate, share words, convene a story [12/1] 🪷 tenderness approves every stroke, let the feelings flow without hesitation, word by word whisper softly, rolling like a twilight melody, touching soul deepest recesses. ♡ peace pirouette—circumspect, martyrdom ୨୧ framing meaning in unspeakable charm. ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹
“present majestic chance, lights of candles dance, accompanying nostalgic scent meagre edition heirloom stamps. heavy-handed dance underneath lincrusta, write stories in a beautifully arranged journal, every scratch is born from a calm soul.” ✉️
ㅏ࣭ whisper of the sky summon locate a soulmate, share words, convene a story [12/1] 🪷 tenderness approves every stroke, let the feelings flow without hesitation, word by word whisper softly, rolling like a twilight melody, touching soul deepest recesses. ♡ peace pirouette—circumspect, martyrdom ୨୧ framing meaning in unspeakable charm. ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹
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Forwarded from Sniper Sniper Sniper
Each place I reach brings something new, a chance to see more and wander through lands unknown.
When thou dost enter mine world, mayst thou find a place where truth doth grow, where walls fall and weakness is turned to strength. Let the space ’twixt us be one of learning, where we are not mere travelers, but co-authors in this tale we weave, a story that unfolds not quickly, but slowly, as we discover what we are meant to become together.
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Forwarded from Wifey Wifey Wifey
IN THE HUSH OF MIDNIGHT'S BREATH, WHERE ECHOES WANE AND SILENCE SEETHES / (18.) I wander ‘neath the weeping eaves, where sorrow carves its epitaph. / Oh, stranger veiled in dusk’s embrace, do you seek the ache I keep? / A requiem of fractured dreams, where souls entwine, yet never sleep. / The marrow hums in hollowed bones, a dirge of longing, raw, profound, Yet in this void where specters roam, might solace in your voice be found? / @HAERINKANG 🫀 Come, if you too have known the dark, where fractured hearts still dare to spark. A kindred ghost, a tethered shade—two phantoms forging fate unmade.
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Forwarded from white-pawed cat.
(&') AN CHERUB'S HEART SPLIT IN TWO CRADLES APPLE KISSED BY FATE.
do you hear the needle’s whisper
stitching through my porcelain blush?
you are chosen—my dolls rest in
your hands. bury their hollow
stares beneath withered roots
and let a friendship tree bloom
from the soulless mire… my
glassy eyes spill wounds, sinking
into the tide of timé. ✱
iii. peachy honey calls the cuddly warmth of blooms, hold my hand like a fizzy potion from @jdungwon’s wonder-book!
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Forwarded from white-tailed deer!
sparkle bobs daint é. comely around: ♡
⋅˚₊‧ merry trinket miao bambi cat 's! pudding cabin eepy :3 amigo pal
snappy pocket love mp.3 ice cream splashy. tictac collect tint 's (🍞🫙.) craft titchy star, cherubic toy 𓈒 ׂ 𖦹 saccharine plum whimsy tiny ♬. ◌
⋅˚₊‧ merry trinket miao bambi cat 's! pudding cabin eepy :3 amigo pal
snappy pocket love mp.3 ice cream splashy. tictac collect tint 's (🍞🫙.) craft titchy star, cherubic toy 𓈒 ׂ 𖦹 saccharine plum whimsy tiny ♬. ◌
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JASM NORTH.
I write devotion as Fyodor Dostoevsky, douse your chagrin.
Forwarded from morvile shore.
mottled hands upon a fluted goblet filled with peachstone sugared amidst a pithy nightjar’s croon, insufferable rippling hymeneals. lover languor glint: @cminju. 𑣿
hands that once traced the edges of dreams now rest, folded into time: love-notes keep their slumber while some of wispiest plumes ruffle the heather.
hushed as the fog-wrapped eve and trailing where the birch begins to bend, cradled where the light gives in to the dappled hush as some of the withered bloom & softened leaf breathe the scent of cedar. ashen palms upon a pewter ewer filled with mulled mirabelles steeped in a yawning balmy eve, brimmed votive left and everyone knows that your iris knotted while wreathing a tremulous psalm. “oh my blanche dainty hush, billet-doux in a waxen epistle, a willow solemnity lulls on the balustrade.”
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hands that once traced the edges of dreams now rest, folded into time: love-notes keep their slumber while some of wispiest plumes ruffle the heather.
hushed as the fog-wrapped eve and trailing where the birch begins to bend, cradled where the light gives in to the dappled hush as some of the withered bloom & softened leaf breathe the scent of cedar. ashen palms upon a pewter ewer filled with mulled mirabelles steeped in a yawning balmy eve, brimmed votive left and everyone knows that your iris knotted while wreathing a tremulous psalm. “oh my blanche dainty hush, billet-doux in a waxen epistle, a willow solemnity lulls on the balustrade.”
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Forwarded from Ivanka Blissia.
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(🫀) WHITHER HATH THY SHADOW WANDERED?
Mine own visage in the looking glass doth betray me, a stranger where once stood I (@GBMAJI). These eyes, hollowed by time’s cruel jest, seek yet fail to find the fire that once burned within. Tell me, thou wretch—whither hath thy shadow wandered? Dost thou linger in some forgotten past, where laughter rang clear and purpose held thee firm? Or hast thou fled to the murk of yesternight, where sorrow drapes itself like a heavy shroud? Answer me, lest I too be swallowed by the void thou hath left behind.
The night waxeth long,
and I am weary of chasing ghosts.
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(🫀) WHITHER HATH THY SHADOW WANDERED?
Mine own visage in the looking glass doth betray me, a stranger where once stood I (@GBMAJI). These eyes, hollowed by time’s cruel jest, seek yet fail to find the fire that once burned within. Tell me, thou wretch—whither hath thy shadow wandered? Dost thou linger in some forgotten past, where laughter rang clear and purpose held thee firm? Or hast thou fled to the murk of yesternight, where sorrow drapes itself like a heavy shroud? Answer me, lest I too be swallowed by the void thou hath left behind.
The night waxeth long,
and I am weary of chasing ghosts.
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Forwarded from Kaillena Avery.
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pain .. never truly gone! my ticker are faded ’⋆. 𐙚 ˚ my heart and my soul are beating. you are the poison.❜ for an eternity, i have been transfixed, pondering the essence of this most hideous entity. i am fated to personify the most abhorrent of hues. my profound revulsion grows with every fleeting moment, much like a hangman's noose encircling my neck, drawing tighter with each step i venture.
1999‘ ╱ my poet-myth are burn. “i, @Kariona tossed like a puppet!” i find myself once again beholding the diminutive maiden, whose countenance radiates an aura of unbridled joy, yet beset by an air of uncertainty regarding the destiny that fate has ordained for her.
‘flower of pitons! heavenly summer ♡.. (my deepth soul.) she remains utterly impervious to the opinions of others, her sole aspiration being to indulge in a life replete with felicity and unencumbered by the weight of external expectations.
burn in heaven
ink of my soul.
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pain .. never truly gone! my ticker are faded ’⋆. 𐙚 ˚ my heart and my soul are beating. you are the poison.❜ for an eternity, i have been transfixed, pondering the essence of this most hideous entity. i am fated to personify the most abhorrent of hues. my profound revulsion grows with every fleeting moment, much like a hangman's noose encircling my neck, drawing tighter with each step i venture.
1999‘ ╱ my poet-myth are burn. “i, @Kariona tossed like a puppet!” i find myself once again beholding the diminutive maiden, whose countenance radiates an aura of unbridled joy, yet beset by an air of uncertainty regarding the destiny that fate has ordained for her.
‘flower of pitons! heavenly summer ♡.. (my deepth soul.) she remains utterly impervious to the opinions of others, her sole aspiration being to indulge in a life replete with felicity and unencumbered by the weight of external expectations.
burn in heaven
ink of my soul.
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Forwarded from LUNE
DEWDROPS FALLS FOR UNFOLDS ODYSSEY / Hear That Heart's Beats; @TQNGXUAN.🫀 (20.) ALMOST DROWN.
FIRST: Angels see how the leaves fall with the wind, which deceives them into blowing them away. Both leaves and angels began to descend, their pace halting with a desperate bond. SECOND: The wings flapped to shake off the bad luck that had entrenched in his soul. The arrow landed perfectly at his right wing, shattering it into fragile bits that went to dust. His wings were scorched, and he was thrown back into land that was not his. THIRD: Who Heard Him? He tried to scream in silence, he said a thousand times, "I Want To Hold Your Soul!"
FROM LUNGELS 🪽 Would You Dreaming About Me? —Take My Hand, And We're Here Just About Heaven.
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FIRST: Angels see how the leaves fall with the wind, which deceives them into blowing them away. Both leaves and angels began to descend, their pace halting with a desperate bond. SECOND: The wings flapped to shake off the bad luck that had entrenched in his soul. The arrow landed perfectly at his right wing, shattering it into fragile bits that went to dust. His wings were scorched, and he was thrown back into land that was not his. THIRD: Who Heard Him? He tried to scream in silence, he said a thousand times, "I Want To Hold Your Soul!"
FROM LUNGELS 🪽 Would You Dreaming About Me? —Take My Hand, And We're Here Just About Heaven.
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Forwarded from Regiellius Dalthorne.
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(How does the journey of the sun mirror my own experiences of consistency and change?)
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The far-flung open space stretches endlessly, wandering without a clear destination. When light fades into the horizon, and there are no words enough to express the deep anger simmering just below the surface. This emotional struggle is intensified by a lack of real love and affection—feelings that never quite become something lasting. The ocean's tides patiently await the return home, a place where no one tries to take him away, only to appreciate the great edge of land before him. Just like the sun that rises and sets with reliable regularity, he sets out on a journey. The falling stars watch quietly in the darkness, illuminating the moon's silent longing for connection. Regard me as the pioneer. The one who courageously moves forward, carving a path into the unknown that we must walk together, hand in hand, as we strive to uncover the mysteries that lie ahead.
(How does the journey of the sun mirror my own experiences of consistency and change?)
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The far-flung open space stretches endlessly, wandering without a clear destination. When light fades into the horizon, and there are no words enough to express the deep anger simmering just below the surface. This emotional struggle is intensified by a lack of real love and affection—feelings that never quite become something lasting. The ocean's tides patiently await the return home, a place where no one tries to take him away, only to appreciate the great edge of land before him. Just like the sun that rises and sets with reliable regularity, he sets out on a journey. The falling stars watch quietly in the darkness, illuminating the moon's silent longing for connection. Regard me as the pioneer. The one who courageously moves forward, carving a path into the unknown that we must walk together, hand in hand, as we strive to uncover the mysteries that lie ahead.
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Forwarded from Falden Riverie.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYorkshire, 1886 / THE MANOR LOOMED A RUIN OF SHADOW AND SILENCE. wind rattled the broken shutters ivy strangled the gates.
ㅤㅤㅤthe night whispered
ㅤㅤㅤa name long forsaken ;@JakeShhim
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veil of twilight / IV a forsaken estate stood, its turrets clawing at the sullen heavens like the gnarled fingers of a forgotten god. The night, heavy with the breath of a dying season, whispered secrets through shattered stained glass, threading sorrow into the marrow of the air.
ㅤㅤBENEATH THE DIM LUSTER OF FLICKERING LANTERNS ; solitary figure drifted through the corridors wreathed in shadow, adorned in whispers of a bygone waltz. The walls exhaled the musk of parchment long untouched, laced with the phantom scent of lilies left to wither in devotion’s cruel embrace. Beyond the rusted gates, the mausoleum slumbered beneath a pall of mist, its alabaster guardians weathered by centuries of grief, their hollow gazes fixed upon eternity.
ㅤㅤㅤthe night whispered
ㅤㅤㅤa name long forsaken ;
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veil of twilight / IV a forsaken estate stood, its turrets clawing at the sullen heavens like the gnarled fingers of a forgotten god. The night, heavy with the breath of a dying season, whispered secrets through shattered stained glass, threading sorrow into the marrow of the air.
ㅤㅤBENEATH THE DIM LUSTER OF FLICKERING LANTERNS ; solitary figure drifted through the corridors wreathed in shadow, adorned in whispers of a bygone waltz. The walls exhaled the musk of parchment long untouched, laced with the phantom scent of lilies left to wither in devotion’s cruel embrace. Beyond the rusted gates, the mausoleum slumbered beneath a pall of mist, its alabaster guardians weathered by centuries of grief, their hollow gazes fixed upon eternity.
And in the stillness where even echoes dared not linger, the wind exhaled a name, worn thin by the passage of time yet untouched by oblivion’s mercy.
Forwarded from ILYSSA.
❦. I, SCRUTINIZED THE FUGACIOUS CONTINUANCE THROUGH ITS DISENTANGLED DISCONTINUITY.
the fenestella undeviatingly ahead gave me an unblocked perspective of yellow and red autumn leaves, which plummet tenderly through the air like danseuse performing to the typhoon's sympathetic harmony.
(‘0.890’) ❈ shibboleth
@CHOIJSIWOO ──── ‘&. written
between these inadvertency, i feel
influenced by everything surrounding
me, as if the breeze, foliage, moreover
momentum all interpret my precisely
haggard thoroughfare.
my stylograph promenade in perpetuum across parchment periphery while birthing disremembered morpheme clandestine between my unconscious intersection.
the fenestella undeviatingly ahead gave me an unblocked perspective of yellow and red autumn leaves, which plummet tenderly through the air like danseuse performing to the typhoon's sympathetic harmony.
(‘0.890’) ❈ shibboleth
@CHOIJSIWOO ──── ‘&. written
between these inadvertency, i feel
influenced by everything surrounding
me, as if the breeze, foliage, moreover
momentum all interpret my precisely
haggard thoroughfare.
my stylograph promenade in perpetuum across parchment periphery while birthing disremembered morpheme clandestine between my unconscious intersection.
Forwarded from Rina <33
"TGIF!" ❥ .. A reimagined rendition of Ayumi Hamasaki’s freshest melody reverberated from a neighboring boutique 👛 ' ⟅
Harmonizing flawlessly with the rhythmic tap of their saccharine-hued stilettos against the asphalt 𑄽ৎ One maiden, her lacquered lips curling into a knowing grin, adjusted her wraparound spectacles—azure-tinted [ 👚 ] Reminiscent of a scene from The Matrix—before proclaiming, "Let’s snap some purikura!" + ° ︵ The others tittered, their avant-garde embellishments chiming as they sauntered toward the closest amusement emporium
𓈄 𓈒 Where the gentle radiance of cathode-ray tube screens and the allure of a pixelated utopia beckoned @aNatsumi 💿 .. ꒱
Harmonizing flawlessly with the rhythmic tap of their saccharine-hued stilettos against the asphalt 𑄽ৎ One maiden, her lacquered lips curling into a knowing grin, adjusted her wraparound spectacles—azure-tinted [ 👚 ] Reminiscent of a scene from The Matrix—before proclaiming, "Let’s snap some purikura!" + ° ︵ The others tittered, their avant-garde embellishments chiming as they sauntered toward the closest amusement emporium
𓈄 𓈒 Where the gentle radiance of cathode-ray tube screens and the allure of a pixelated utopia beckoned @aNatsumi 💿 .. ꒱
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Forwarded from carlisle yin.
Telegram
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(&.) @taesann ✱ the wind whispers your name like a lullaby, and i wonder—could we weaving our paths in the breeze?
dearest soul, if i may be so bold, might i
ask to walk beside you in this tangled
garden of days? i dream of mornings
where sunlight paints our secrets golden,
every evening where we sit under a quilt
of stars, sharing not just words, but
silences filled with unspoken knowing.
the—world—shine—brighter: 🪷 ·˚ ༘
catch your smiles when they flutter like
butterflies, to hold your heart like the
gentlest of nests. i asking not for grand
gestures nor promises etched in stone,
but for the small, sweet moments—a
companion in this kaleidoscope of days.
as the moon smiles my crooked grin,
will you, be my everlasting buddy?
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(&.) @taesann ✱ the wind whispers your name like a lullaby, and i wonder—could we weaving our paths in the breeze?
dearest soul, if i may be so bold, might i
ask to walk beside you in this tangled
garden of days? i dream of mornings
where sunlight paints our secrets golden,
every evening where we sit under a quilt
of stars, sharing not just words, but
silences filled with unspoken knowing.
the—world—shine—brighter: 🪷 ·˚ ༘
our friendship bond, like the softest yarn spun from kindness and care: knotted with giggles, knotted with sighs, and wrapped in the wonder of simply being us.
catch your smiles when they flutter like
butterflies, to hold your heart like the
gentlest of nests. i asking not for grand
gestures nor promises etched in stone,
but for the small, sweet moments—a
companion in this kaleidoscope of days.
as the moon smiles my crooked grin,
will you, be my everlasting buddy?
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Forwarded from Austin Gilthe. @Levehan
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THIS HEART, FROSTBITTEN AND BRITTLE.
(Waits For A Fire It No Longer Believes In. / @LEVEHAN.)🫀
Rotting in an invisible prison, but it hurts like a real one—thorns bite, rusted bars coat my tongue, something sharp burrows deeper every time I twitch. My mouth splits wider when I try to speak. My tongue, bloated and dead-feeling, stews in my own spit. I run a finger along my lip. The skin peels like wet paper. I press harder. Something in me wants to rip it off, see what’s underneath. My heart has stopped being a heart. I should have collapsed by now, but my body refuses. If fate comes for me, I hope it guts me like a fish, spills whatever’s left onto the pavement. I want to claw myself open, see if there’s anything inside worth keeping. Or if I’m just hollow. I need out. I need something that screams when I sink my teeth into it. I need someone who would grip my bloody hands without hesitation. Someone who wouldn’t slice me open just to see what’s inside.
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THIS HEART, FROSTBITTEN AND BRITTLE.
(Waits For A Fire It No Longer Believes In. / @LEVEHAN.)🫀
Rotting in an invisible prison, but it hurts like a real one—thorns bite, rusted bars coat my tongue, something sharp burrows deeper every time I twitch. My mouth splits wider when I try to speak. My tongue, bloated and dead-feeling, stews in my own spit. I run a finger along my lip. The skin peels like wet paper. I press harder. Something in me wants to rip it off, see what’s underneath. My heart has stopped being a heart. I should have collapsed by now, but my body refuses. If fate comes for me, I hope it guts me like a fish, spills whatever’s left onto the pavement. I want to claw myself open, see if there’s anything inside worth keeping. Or if I’m just hollow. I need out. I need something that screams when I sink my teeth into it. I need someone who would grip my bloody hands without hesitation. Someone who wouldn’t slice me open just to see what’s inside.
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Forwarded from Agnesia.
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A notion of flowers is always exquisite, whether viewed from their process, outcome, or appearance. As if flawless, people endlessly praise their form, likening them to a timeless beauty, an essence that never fades through the ages, a soul that never diminishes. Then, how do I perceive flowers compared to the ideals others hold? Like purity itself, I believe the philosophy of jasmine is the most enchanting—how it embodies the fairest and sincerest allegory, like one discovering their true love. Just as with the essence of jasmine, I hope to one day find all forms of sincerity and purity in the affection I shall receive.
The flower blooms once more where it is meant to take root. / @Maanchae.
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A notion of flowers is always exquisite, whether viewed from their process, outcome, or appearance. As if flawless, people endlessly praise their form, likening them to a timeless beauty, an essence that never fades through the ages, a soul that never diminishes. Then, how do I perceive flowers compared to the ideals others hold? Like purity itself, I believe the philosophy of jasmine is the most enchanting—how it embodies the fairest and sincerest allegory, like one discovering their true love. Just as with the essence of jasmine, I hope to one day find all forms of sincerity and purity in the affection I shall receive.
The flower blooms once more where it is meant to take root. / @Maanchae.
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Forwarded from Sorien Fenris.
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DEEP IN THOUGHT. I, @WOONBINPARK ALMOST MISSED A SMALL ART INSTALLATION IN A CORNER &. The streets were crowded with people standing in long lines, all waiting for something. As I made my way across the straight street, I found myself weaving through the throngs of people, creating a small path for myself amidst the crowd. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm. Startled, I turned to see a stranger looking at me with an intensity that caught me, "Why did you just walk by?" they asked, their voice cutting through the noise around us. People would simply pass by without a second thought, but here was someone who had noticed me, someone who seemed to demand an explanation for my indifference. For a moment, I stood there, unsure of how to respond. Curious, I stepped closer to look, "Was it you, who guided me?"
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DEEP IN THOUGHT. I, @WOONBINPARK ALMOST MISSED A SMALL ART INSTALLATION IN A CORNER &. The streets were crowded with people standing in long lines, all waiting for something. As I made my way across the straight street, I found myself weaving through the throngs of people, creating a small path for myself amidst the crowd. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm. Startled, I turned to see a stranger looking at me with an intensity that caught me, "Why did you just walk by?" they asked, their voice cutting through the noise around us. People would simply pass by without a second thought, but here was someone who had noticed me, someone who seemed to demand an explanation for my indifference. For a moment, I stood there, unsure of how to respond. Curious, I stepped closer to look, "Was it you, who guided me?"
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Forwarded from eissa nërj.
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“I wonder if angels ever feel this hunger, if they have ever pressed their hands to their ribs and wished for something more than light. ♡”
❥ ྀི @Tongxuanb. I peel myself open like a bruised peach, sweetness spilling between my fingers, a prayer in the form of surrender. The sky watches, heavy with something divine or indifferent. If they have ever looked at each other with longing that tastes like salt and blood.
Liddle-chitter.. ♥
Oh my love, I was told love should be clean, untouched by teeth or appetite, but I have spent lifetimes searching for something holier than loneliness. If I offer myself, will you take me in pieces? Will you let me become part of you, let me rest where your ribs cage something softer than devotion.
I, whisper your name like scripture and wait for the first bite.
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“I wonder if angels ever feel this hunger, if they have ever pressed their hands to their ribs and wished for something more than light. ♡”
❥ ྀི @Tongxuanb. I peel myself open like a bruised peach, sweetness spilling between my fingers, a prayer in the form of surrender. The sky watches, heavy with something divine or indifferent. If they have ever looked at each other with longing that tastes like salt and blood.
Liddle-chitter.. ♥
Oh my love, I was told love should be clean, untouched by teeth or appetite, but I have spent lifetimes searching for something holier than loneliness. If I offer myself, will you take me in pieces? Will you let me become part of you, let me rest where your ribs cage something softer than devotion.
I, whisper your name like scripture and wait for the first bite.
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Forwarded from Lairse Mersh.
Drenched and undone, the cardigans we swore by unravel in the brine—fibers steeped in the lethargy of mist, each thread a sodden hymn to the hush of yesterday. Linen wavers, slumped over driftwood arms, resigned to the salt-laden air that combs through its weary seams. A morning lulled by tides, where the hush of foam-laced lullabies pulls at the hem of memory, unspooling what we once held intact. Beneath a canopy of winnowed light, the wind lingers in its slow undulations, slipping between the hollowed ribs of a chair left tilting in the grass. @nLeeseo, featherlight against the drape of vapor.
Still, the cardigans remain, slack in their drenched inertia, steeped in the tender ache of retreat. Wool drinks deep from the hush of surrender, and the sky—drowsy in its slate-hued quiet. 𑣿
Still, the cardigans remain, slack in their drenched inertia, steeped in the tender ache of retreat. Wool drinks deep from the hush of surrender, and the sky—drowsy in its slate-hued quiet. 𑣿
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