Forwarded from lunar @ezomb
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Forwarded from Vasco.
Yang mau nomornya BTS chat. 💜
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MASC 🀦 Petals unfurl; the lone reader traces the mist-shrouded tale.
Forwarded from kaleidoscope.
death comes in many forms, but the form of love is surprising.
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('ROLE-ENGLISH.) Perhaps day of yore's pretermit triumph revolt anarchist, remain in force every sin. Frolic of esse nd death; persevere in.
Forwarded from Curioscape’s Osamu.
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Is it in the nature of men to find scars on their weary vessels? The festered skin is filled with the indignities of free doves flying past the horizons above your own; the decay of human soul is all too familiar. Torture knows its way across beasts who have fallen out of slumber, for beasts only exist in worlds where sleep is sand and dreams are made of fog. Only the madness of facing the light can break open a shambled boat.
And we are no less human were we to scuttle away from the duality of light. How it plays with the follies of our kind! The apocalypse of fire without warmth, it takes the sky out of picture and into question. “What would creatures of this existence become when they touch the frigidness of light, the absence of heat within something illuminated?” They find, perhaps, their antagonistic tendencies riling up inside their stomachs. All I am is now pure energy, the same that makes light fear itself. After all, what is clarity without image? @Daaje.
Is it in the nature of men to find scars on their weary vessels? The festered skin is filled with the indignities of free doves flying past the horizons above your own; the decay of human soul is all too familiar. Torture knows its way across beasts who have fallen out of slumber, for beasts only exist in worlds where sleep is sand and dreams are made of fog. Only the madness of facing the light can break open a shambled boat.
And we are no less human were we to scuttle away from the duality of light. How it plays with the follies of our kind! The apocalypse of fire without warmth, it takes the sky out of picture and into question. “What would creatures of this existence become when they touch the frigidness of light, the absence of heat within something illuminated?” They find, perhaps, their antagonistic tendencies riling up inside their stomachs. All I am is now pure energy, the same that makes light fear itself. After all, what is clarity without image? @Daaje.
Forwarded from curioscape’s atsushi!
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Forwarded from curioscape's bomi ♡
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✿ for the sun daze my skin, and for the flowers to bloom. (2002) 🪷🪽
synchronously with the efflorescence of every sentiment, a postcard adorned in love’s tender embellishments, descends—a seraphic token of auspicious providence. entirely enraptured, my soul entwines with the calligraphy’s grace, a prelude to manifold chronicles yet to entwine our essence. the fragrance of spring’s embrace lingers, a testament to the resplendent bloom of our bond and the dulcet tapestry of saccharine reminiscences suspended within eternity’s gaze.
permit the euphonious hymn of birds to linger, anointing the heavens pursuit of nascent horizons. words unspoken, veiled within the heart’s sanctum: @rbomi manifest as an awakening—a sovereign overture heralding our genesis anew, a mosaic of promises beaming toward halcyon dawns yet unclaimed. ♥️
✿ for the sun daze my skin, and for the flowers to bloom. (2002) 🪷🪽
synchronously with the efflorescence of every sentiment, a postcard adorned in love’s tender embellishments, descends—a seraphic token of auspicious providence. entirely enraptured, my soul entwines with the calligraphy’s grace, a prelude to manifold chronicles yet to entwine our essence. the fragrance of spring’s embrace lingers, a testament to the resplendent bloom of our bond and the dulcet tapestry of saccharine reminiscences suspended within eternity’s gaze.
permit the euphonious hymn of birds to linger, anointing the heavens pursuit of nascent horizons. words unspoken, veiled within the heart’s sanctum: @rbomi manifest as an awakening—a sovereign overture heralding our genesis anew, a mosaic of promises beaming toward halcyon dawns yet unclaimed. ♥️
Forwarded from Curioscape's Зима.
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I AM LOST IN ETERNAL CHASMS OF MY OWN DESPAIR: DWELLING IN HOLLOWS WHERE SORROW FESTERS. / (WHY DOES SOLITUDE CLAW AT MY SOUL WITH UNRELENTING FORCE, EVEN AS IT SWALLOWS ME WHOLE?)
ㅤㅤㅤThe remnants of shattered hopes,
ㅤㅤㅤof echoes fading before they were
ㅤㅤㅤeven heard. They writhe and claw
ㅤㅤㅤat my edges, wrenching my heart.
Who’s there? I murmur, yearning against hope that the void might offer an answer. / The ache is a silent, consuming darkness, but it snarls and shrieks when there’s no one else around. Why does solitude claw at my soul with unrelenting force, even as it swallows me whole? My soul bleeds into the emptiness, clawing at shadows, desperate for a lifeline. Is there anyone to catch me when I fall? I ask the silence, my voice whispering, drowning in endless quiet. The echoes taunt me @Zijma, barren and hollow.
ISN’T IT JUST A TRAGIC IRONY THAT WE’RE SO SIMILAR? I WONDER ALOUD, THOUGH ONLY THE SHADOWS BEAR WITNESS TO MY PLEA.
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I AM LOST IN ETERNAL CHASMS OF MY OWN DESPAIR: DWELLING IN HOLLOWS WHERE SORROW FESTERS. / (WHY DOES SOLITUDE CLAW AT MY SOUL WITH UNRELENTING FORCE, EVEN AS IT SWALLOWS ME WHOLE?)
ㅤㅤㅤThe remnants of shattered hopes,
ㅤㅤㅤof echoes fading before they were
ㅤㅤㅤeven heard. They writhe and claw
ㅤㅤㅤat my edges, wrenching my heart.
Who’s there? I murmur, yearning against hope that the void might offer an answer. / The ache is a silent, consuming darkness, but it snarls and shrieks when there’s no one else around. Why does solitude claw at my soul with unrelenting force, even as it swallows me whole? My soul bleeds into the emptiness, clawing at shadows, desperate for a lifeline. Is there anyone to catch me when I fall? I ask the silence, my voice whispering, drowning in endless quiet. The echoes taunt me @Zijma, barren and hollow.
ISN’T IT JUST A TRAGIC IRONY THAT WE’RE SO SIMILAR? I WONDER ALOUD, THOUGH ONLY THE SHADOWS BEAR WITNESS TO MY PLEA.
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Forwarded from Curioscape‘s Rukia.
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Enshrouded in the Veil of Twilight. Abandoned Phantoms, Shattered Oaths, and Specters Devoured.🫀
There’s a mourning in the nightfall, a tapestry of wounds etched for the forsaken spirits, for the fractured oaths and the aspirations I could not grasp beneath the shrouded veils of darkness. As the day stretched into twilight, I had foreseen. I would need to procure elixir, craft a haven, and fortify against the biting winds and encroaching night. These labors strained my resolve, yet they were but pale echoes of the saga’s true essence. The deeper trial lay veiled, yet arroused in the realms between breaths, in the profound stillness where only the soul dares to speak.
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Enshrouded in the Veil of Twilight. Abandoned Phantoms, Shattered Oaths, and Specters Devoured.🫀
There’s a mourning in the nightfall, a tapestry of wounds etched for the forsaken spirits, for the fractured oaths and the aspirations I could not grasp beneath the shrouded veils of darkness. As the day stretched into twilight, I had foreseen. I would need to procure elixir, craft a haven, and fortify against the biting winds and encroaching night. These labors strained my resolve, yet they were but pale echoes of the saga’s true essence. The deeper trial lay veiled, yet arroused in the realms between breaths, in the profound stillness where only the soul dares to speak.
“The grief hung like a shadow, silent and consuming.”
(‘&.) RUMBLES OF @KUCHIKIX.ㅤ
Forwarded from curioscape's osa.
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ㅤㅤ[chapt-ix] night of howls and roars. ☆𝅄
🂱 post-phone-tub: like how birds flock their wings, i brushed my fingertips throughout the crowd of memorial. even the wind whispers how much i crave for a friend to talk with; someone who won't complain to be with me whenever. the feeling of chaos and laughter, someone who could resonate your heart within a special connection, even in those darkest hours. until then, i’ll linger here, amid the heart of the consuming eternal night. the shadows have swallowed me whole, a solace and a torment all at once. who am i, if not a wandering soul in search of an anchor?
perhaps, i bleed my words into the night, we’re all just lost souls, yearning for someone to anchor us. and though the answer eludes me, i continue to hope. here lies, @osayagi. 🐈⬛️
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ㅤㅤ[chapt-ix] night of howls and roars. ☆𝅄
🂱 post-phone-tub: like how birds flock their wings, i brushed my fingertips throughout the crowd of memorial. even the wind whispers how much i crave for a friend to talk with; someone who won't complain to be with me whenever. the feeling of chaos and laughter, someone who could resonate your heart within a special connection, even in those darkest hours. until then, i’ll linger here, amid the heart of the consuming eternal night. the shadows have swallowed me whole, a solace and a torment all at once. who am i, if not a wandering soul in search of an anchor?
perhaps, i bleed my words into the night, we’re all just lost souls, yearning for someone to anchor us. and though the answer eludes me, i continue to hope. here lies, @osayagi. 🐈⬛️
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Forwarded from curioscape’s wakamiya!
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Forwarded from Curioscape's Ekko.
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ㅤTHE REVERSE-MENT OF PERIOD.
ㅤ(E-000) Enscribed by splashes,
@FireIight.
Stains of pigment graced my outfit; sullied to create. Reshape the axioms of eternity, sculpt them beneath my volition as I twist the clock's hands with my contraption, Zero Drive. Embedded tools deep within my mechanism or others, it is of no consequence. I have to fix this... I will fix this... Echoes in my mind, accompanying each moment of creation. Yet, despite it all, could I sincerely make an impact? My masterpieces, my devices—what ripples might they create? Even so, I believe they have given mankind that which is needed in order to flourish. Which they have sought, aiding their survival and growth.
Past has already belonged to yesterday, seek further into the fate you have been yearning for so long. All of us prays something. Joy, satisfaction, and perhaps some prosperity that we have grown to consider a worthy one. ..Hence I ask you then, dear reader, would your soul be willing to take its' role as my companion?
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ㅤTHE REVERSE-MENT OF PERIOD.
ㅤ(E-000) Enscribed by splashes,
@FireIight.
Stains of pigment graced my outfit; sullied to create. Reshape the axioms of eternity, sculpt them beneath my volition as I twist the clock's hands with my contraption, Zero Drive. Embedded tools deep within my mechanism or others, it is of no consequence. I have to fix this... I will fix this... Echoes in my mind, accompanying each moment of creation. Yet, despite it all, could I sincerely make an impact? My masterpieces, my devices—what ripples might they create? Even so, I believe they have given mankind that which is needed in order to flourish. Which they have sought, aiding their survival and growth.
Past has already belonged to yesterday, seek further into the fate you have been yearning for so long. All of us prays something. Joy, satisfaction, and perhaps some prosperity that we have grown to consider a worthy one. ..Hence I ask you then, dear reader, would your soul be willing to take its' role as my companion?
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Forwarded from Curioscape’s Juvia.
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Forwarded from Siera.
kok kalian gamau temenan ma aku
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sychie mistylou.
I love u @chunssim <3
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