Adriel

She-her/ 21/ gamer/ book lover/ artist/ ISFJ/ ♑️🥀

[minimalistquotes]

Stay away from people who think you're arguing every time you try to express yourself.

[remanence-of-love]

[adriel-eu]

In the end no amount of sun was enough to wake up the dormant flower in the cold… since she was not frozen because of the weather… she froze from inside from the void of dark and mystery running in her veins… blue veins. Sweet unwanted flower left alone to grow but always sustained alive by some powerful force of God. The flower lays there… in the center, alone, rigid and proud… beautiful and tragic

[adriel-eu]

She tried… so hard again and again to merge the two words ahead. At the begging it was and easy task for her, princess of destiny, the lady of the fates. The surface of those two gemstone worlds… was so similar… looked like meant to blend into one singular color… but as it progressed fragmentations began to occur more in one world than the other. Other inner colors surfaced in each and… Maybe this two worlds are not meant to be merged… or are they? Will this princess of the void and lady of the fate decide wisely?

[thehopefulquotes]

“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”

— Kid Cudi

[venustapolis]

Roman Ruin at Twilight (Ferdinand Knab, 1894)

[vexheart]

[adriel-eu]

A beautiful green vase once existed besides my bed. It accompanied me in my most beautiful dreams. So green it could have been made of the pure liquid soul of the most perfected trees and leafs. But it’s life began dying out years ago. I paint it and soak it oils and green leafes and liquid life of the trees… for it to shine just for a little longer, just on the outside with the fakest of greens and the worst of lies… only for it to shatter when I come back and watch it break again making me bleed and taking the red of my pain as it’s new tint once rebuild… now shining with pain and wisdom, guiding my nightmares besides my head while I sleep, waiting to fall again and feed of my pained blood 🩸

[adriel-eu]

Between tears and pain, a mouth that can’t talk and a wind that stoped dry, there it is… there can you see my feelings… oh beautiful soul, yours must be the most beautiful of them all… if there was infinite time in this world to praise all the souls that I’ve loved along the way, you’d be one of them and I would praise you for thousands of years. Your name means sweet, just as the sweet years next to you I spent, you were spring and summer, no other station could describe you. But now you are the end of winter… where a new station will appear to you today, but not to me, since you’ll be in a place they call heaven…. And I can’t go with you just yet. I think your ready to go… you gave it all here, your already the color of the clouds, you have always been, pure as a saint and sweet as chants. Goodbye my friend, see you there one day. 🐾🐶🐩

[theodorafrompluto]

Joan of Arc (1895)

by Romani Juana

[maudeboggins]

Spirits of the Flowers

ceramic tiles from 1880

[afaerytalelife]

[adriel-eu]

A flower frozen in time, in space, in a cold land were the sun is rare and the grass is made of jewels. Not a place on earth or in heaven, a place between and beyond these, a land lost between the human feelings and the sea of souls. A sun ray seems to be awakening, appearing in the distance making itself each time more real.

Suddenly a strange event took place… the never ending cold of the land began to lift… slowly… the colorless flower began to show it could still feel… the soft and gentle touch of the sun reach for her, making her eyes open again…

[adriel-eu]

Slow drops of blood… slowly filling up a golden ornamented cup made out of shiny bones and death. The cup smiles at my tears… crimson red, hurtful like liquid glass running in a slow hurry down my face… cutting and shedding everything in their path. The blood coming out of my hearth dripping silently… one by one it drops red pearls, red… color given by my blood and dammed destiny… imperfect, unusable… my eyes shut strong and then I open them… to find myself in bed once more, waking up in the place I should be able to call home but instead… a place called the grail of red pearls… consuming them from me each time I step in place till Im left with nothing

[theodorafrompluto]

Lady with a Jewel Box - Prima Donna Marguerite in "Jewel Song" of Gounod's 'Faust' (19th century)

by Jean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant

[unscriptd-deactivated20260317]

Elizabeth Adela Stanhope Forbes

[adriel-eu]

Like looking at a soft distant light, listening to the sweet melodies of a blue bird or staring at the close river right next to my bare feet… I look, listen and stare at a feeling deep inside the gates of my soul never touching it or reaching for it. Leaving it be… hoping it won’t be only a beautiful dream laughing at my hope.