Forwarded from Sue Jadis.
Telegram
OFF.
I’d press prayers into bruises and lay my love down at your feet.
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Do I romanticize every stray glance, every runaway dog, the way the city hums when you’re two steps away from disaster? Yes, I do. Because if I didn’t.. I might vanish entirely. So, if you want to know me, follow me past the bodega fairy lights and the cracked-open bookstore door. We’ll sip ugly coffee, make-believing this is the end, or the start, of everything—not tragic, just a little dramatic. Just like love should be.
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Do I romanticize every stray glance, every runaway dog, the way the city hums when you’re two steps away from disaster? Yes, I do. Because if I didn’t.. I might vanish entirely. So, if you want to know me, follow me past the bodega fairy lights and the cracked-open bookstore door. We’ll sip ugly coffee, make-believing this is the end, or the start, of everything—not tragic, just a little dramatic. Just like love should be.
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Forwarded from Theodoric Kirstein.
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ㅤ COGNOSCENTE ’☾ BELLWETHER.
ㅤ Connoisseur and prepossessingness
ㅤ longtime, experiences on scholastic
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ aficionados authorized.
He's like a torch in a cave, inherited erratic and extraordinary things in him that became his trademark. His charisma's unbeatable curiously. Shouting his name in the stygian; all beings and living-soul recognize and in love at his step. His scintillate werr even flamethrower, stopped beating for a breathing like a break. He's like a blasting star, now he is looking for people who like to be around him. ⚚
ㅤㅤ ROTTING CORPSE | ⎙..
(ⓘ PIROUETTE VOL. II)
ㅤㅤ ─── @KIMGRYUL. 🎞
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ㅤ COGNOSCENTE ’☾ BELLWETHER.
ㅤ Connoisseur and prepossessingness
ㅤ longtime, experiences on scholastic
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ aficionados authorized.
He's like a torch in a cave, inherited erratic and extraordinary things in him that became his trademark. His charisma's unbeatable curiously. Shouting his name in the stygian; all beings and living-soul recognize and in love at his step. His scintillate werr even flamethrower, stopped beating for a breathing like a break. He's like a blasting star, now he is looking for people who like to be around him. ⚚
ㅤㅤ ROTTING CORPSE | ⎙..
(ⓘ PIROUETTE VOL. II)
ㅤㅤ ─── @KIMGRYUL. 🎞
ㅤㅤㅤ
❤4
Forwarded from Kanae
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angel-stained margins, @naixxuan ⋆
your laughter threaded through my cuff like a hidden charm: feather-ash settling on shared knuckles, if the sky loosens its memory let it blur us in the same breath / twin lantern hearts keeping watch so the other does not fall. will you keep this small heaven with me? ♥︎
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angel-stained margins, @naixxuan ⋆
your laughter threaded through my cuff like a hidden charm: feather-ash settling on shared knuckles, if the sky loosens its memory let it blur us in the same breath / twin lantern hearts keeping watch so the other does not fall. will you keep this small heaven with me? ♥︎
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Forwarded from chessa bërg
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ..ㅤan empty space beside the moment
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwarm enough ☆ linger
quiet to notice @haraem, how paths lean closer without asking, and night leaves room for familiar footsteps to stay awhile, and time pauses, politely, holding a silence meant to be shared. as presence itself is an invitation and agrees to keep ♥️
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ..ㅤan empty space beside the moment
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwarm enough ☆ linger
quiet to notice @haraem, how paths lean closer without asking, and night leaves room for familiar footsteps to stay awhile, and time pauses, politely, holding a silence meant to be shared. as presence itself is an invitation and agrees to keep ♥️
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Forwarded from lilu
░✿ CHOOSE–YOUR–STYLE
@leeanjungs: “dearest hearts..”
miracle and wishes, the fountain answered!
(YOU ARE SELECTED) ♥︎ the game is about
to start. tie your fate to me and time is ours.
░✿ CHOOSE–YOUR–STYLE
@leeanjungs: “dearest hearts..”
miracle and wishes, the fountain answered!
(YOU ARE SELECTED) ♥︎ the game is about
to start. tie your fate to me and time is ours.
❤1
Forwarded from Max Wyr.
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GOTHENBURG TEEN EXTERLUDE
[email protected] 🌐
Signed by the autograph Graffiti, phone
resonant through calibrated season of
teen-waves. Born stunner and thriving,
the dialed cells ain’t getting more passion
without comradeship. Give it another
gesture to make new traces towards me.
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GOTHENBURG TEEN EXTERLUDE
[email protected] 🌐
Signed by the autograph Graffiti, phone
resonant through calibrated season of
teen-waves. Born stunner and thriving,
the dialed cells ain’t getting more passion
without comradeship. Give it another
gesture to make new traces towards me.
ㅤ ㅤ
❤4
Forwarded from mourbel
🐾 daily fragments : 🍓📔 .. ꒰ personal : ink traced in 2006꒱
fluffy chats, random updates, and tender wishes—like pastel clouds waiting to share secrets.
if your heart seeks a comfy buddy to laugh with, to talk about little nothings, or simply to brighten timelines together, let’s be friends (≧◡≦) ♡ @skimjuun
fluffy chats, random updates, and tender wishes—like pastel clouds waiting to share secrets.
if your heart seeks a comfy buddy to laugh with, to talk about little nothings, or simply to brighten timelines together, let’s be friends (≧◡≦) ♡ @skimjuun
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Forwarded from Midnight Fier.
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I was shaped by corridors where light hesitates, where stone arches remember names long forgotten. The night did not frighten me—it taught me how to exist without asking to be seen. I learned early that darkness is not the absence of beauty, but its quieter language. It lives in muted breaths, in eyes that hold stories they never speak aloud, in the patience of shadows that never beg for attention. Let us be familiar souls beneath the dark. Here, @Chaewonu beneath towering spires and silent witnesses, I discovered how bonds are born—not from warmth, but from shared stillness. I do not seek loud connections. I seek the kind that lingers—like candle smoke on ancient walls, like a presence felt long after footsteps fade. If you, too, find comfort where echoes sleep, if your heart feels steadier beneath low light and honest quiet, then perhaps our meeting is no accident.
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I was shaped by corridors where light hesitates, where stone arches remember names long forgotten. The night did not frighten me—it taught me how to exist without asking to be seen. I learned early that darkness is not the absence of beauty, but its quieter language. It lives in muted breaths, in eyes that hold stories they never speak aloud, in the patience of shadows that never beg for attention. Let us be familiar souls beneath the dark. Here, @Chaewonu beneath towering spires and silent witnesses, I discovered how bonds are born—not from warmth, but from shared stillness. I do not seek loud connections. I seek the kind that lingers—like candle smoke on ancient walls, like a presence felt long after footsteps fade. If you, too, find comfort where echoes sleep, if your heart feels steadier beneath low light and honest quiet, then perhaps our meeting is no accident.
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1❤5💘3💋1
Forwarded from Keniro
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512 PIXELS FORMED INTO COBWEB CODE: @KeonfhoAn 🆖 NUMB SAUNTER VOUCHES SOLID SOULS ONLY! YOU GOT GUTS?
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512 PIXELS FORMED INTO COBWEB CODE: @KeonfhoAn 🆖 NUMB SAUNTER VOUCHES SOLID SOULS ONLY! YOU GOT GUTS?
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Forwarded from briona hadrove
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bewitched prose: charmant valle laureate a misty morning gazette, enchants pulchritude burgeons of delicate monsoon in hilly bourn.
ㅤㅤ ꫂ❀ ݁ ˖
smudges a plaited candor like
a labyrinth to the ricochet that
daubs melody fair. (𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶) ♡ིྀ
a chalice of love solemnly braided to the heart aims camaraderie that crates amidst carnations and peonies beakers within tenderised bloom to previses bonhomie. cherrywood threshold nudges utmost endearing way, softly tassels out a nouveau coterie in lingered memoir. love caresses sweet branches through fragrance when the twigs trail around @chfaewon’s blithe clasp, daydream recites a flower-tinted canister.
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bewitched prose: charmant valle laureate a misty morning gazette, enchants pulchritude burgeons of delicate monsoon in hilly bourn.
ㅤㅤ ꫂ❀ ݁ ˖
smudges a plaited candor like
a labyrinth to the ricochet that
daubs melody fair. (𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶) ♡ིྀ
a chalice of love solemnly braided to the heart aims camaraderie that crates amidst carnations and peonies beakers within tenderised bloom to previses bonhomie. cherrywood threshold nudges utmost endearing way, softly tassels out a nouveau coterie in lingered memoir. love caresses sweet branches through fragrance when the twigs trail around @chfaewon’s blithe clasp, daydream recites a flower-tinted canister.
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❤1
Forwarded from Shangrila. @BABBYMONSTER
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ IT GIRL ﹫ KAWAIRUKA.COM
ㅤ the blueprint of a modern ﹙🪩﹚
ㅤ icon silk poise with a daring glow
ㅤ seeking echoes in kindred flames
ㅤ فخامة
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ IT GIRL ﹫ KAWAIRUKA.COM
ㅤ the blueprint of a modern ﹙🪩﹚
ㅤ icon silk poise with a daring glow
ㅤ seeking echoes in kindred flames
ㅤ فخامة
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Forwarded from Shelby.
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Antiquated hush of Rome
Just like fallen petals of a story half-lived. ♥ ‧ ₊ ‧
(Cobblestones murmur ineffably profound.)
Lingers in devotion a solitary poet stands poised remembrance &’ reverie: @uBoyoung. The each step as if reciting elegies for moments that once dared to exist feels saturated with a kind of sacred melancholy.
Hauntingly precise friend-ship glow
an aureate sky.
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Antiquated hush of Rome
Just like fallen petals of a story half-lived. ♥ ‧ ₊ ‧
(Cobblestones murmur ineffably profound.)
Lingers in devotion a solitary poet stands poised remembrance &’ reverie: @uBoyoung. The each step as if reciting elegies for moments that once dared to exist feels saturated with a kind of sacred melancholy.
Hauntingly precise friend-ship glow
an aureate sky.
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Forwarded from Four o’clock.
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I sit atop my gathering / fissures of hope starting to rise from my throat, wondering if anyone will accept my tea party invitation tonight. Hereby, I vow to you a green garden, haunted by a round table and chairs that excite the feast before it—rooted in the core of the topsoil. A spectrum of cups begins to appear; you shall tread your wrist to choose which teacup melds with your hunger, or you shall choose the types of tea collected; a tea that grants you its fruit when your teeth feel a twinge against the porcelain teacup, elsewise the essence of tea that descends your barren throat, easing your thirst and making your body cease yearning for the value of the tea-worth. I assure you, no thorn-syllable phrases will prick too deep into the very core of your soul, darling. I will only let warmth touch the crux of the parley words we are about to weft and warp. So, darling.. will you welcome my tea party invitation with a lovefully gut? / @PARKKYAS. ೃᰰ࿔
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I sit atop my gathering / fissures of hope starting to rise from my throat, wondering if anyone will accept my tea party invitation tonight. Hereby, I vow to you a green garden, haunted by a round table and chairs that excite the feast before it—rooted in the core of the topsoil. A spectrum of cups begins to appear; you shall tread your wrist to choose which teacup melds with your hunger, or you shall choose the types of tea collected; a tea that grants you its fruit when your teeth feel a twinge against the porcelain teacup, elsewise the essence of tea that descends your barren throat, easing your thirst and making your body cease yearning for the value of the tea-worth. I assure you, no thorn-syllable phrases will prick too deep into the very core of your soul, darling. I will only let warmth touch the crux of the parley words we are about to weft and warp. So, darling.. will you welcome my tea party invitation with a lovefully gut? / @PARKKYAS. ೃᰰ࿔
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