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I don't miss you.
You're lying again.
Ass.
Mm, glad to know you think highly of me.
you are a requiem: welcome to quellazaireĀ !
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā dear user908847, you have been successfully Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā added to our network. we hope our services are to Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā your taste, and that we remain in contact for many Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā years to come. wanna get rid of someone else?
Ā āŖ Ā āŖĀ āŖ Ā āŖĀ kris wu jiaheng yifan,Ā one. two. three.
[ oc - literate - 18+ ]
I am bits of diamonds cascading inside a crystal bowl, molding into a steep slope of marbles in an hourglass then, finally settling down as boulders crushing your every breath.
A porcelain embrace. Soothing. An entrapment. A noose around your life. Swift. An encampment. Or an oar lifting you from undercurrent. Persisting. A deliverance.
Yes, what I am is what you will let me be earth child, but listen carefully to my heart crashing against your head:Ā you could slip in momentarily but do not sleep, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā do not sleep underneath my waves eternally.Ā
He grazes your skin with slim digits, dragging cold fingertips over the inner of your arms, or traces the line of your jaws. His eyes are glazed, dark sapphire hues reflecting yours,Ā do you feel yourself drowning?,Ā and his fingers are tracing every scar and trailing over patches of bare skin. Is it unsettling like the rage of the wild sea and your lungs that knock against your ribcage ( and the only thing that breaks free is the desperate exhale from your lips ) or is it soothing or perhaps delicate like the fragility of dandelions in the wind that is your breath?
His touch is memory and with the merest contact, he has stolen from youāa piece of you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ź ÉŖ į“ -Ā į“ į“ Ā | Ā Ā ā¾Ā ā¾ ā¾ ā¾
Eternity lasts in your arms?
We stopped for a moment and we encountered each other once again. We shared, cherished and kept our memories. Locked away and safe for only us to see. We hid from the world but you ran away.
This is a precious moment for us. ā¦. Ā Ā Do you understand?
If eternity ever lasted. Ā Ā You would not have gone. Ā Ā Ā You would not have left me out in the c o l d.
When I only needed you the most.
Stop, stop, stop. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Stop your lies.
liars, liars ā they tell foolish lies.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā and i'm just as foolish as one.Ā
empty fingers still crave your warmth Ā Ā Ā Ā but i'm only swallowing choked breaths &Ā Ā Ā only tasting bitterness at my tongue.Ā
out of infinite moments Ā Ā Ā the furthest distance hurt the most Ā where i couldn't touch or inhale portions of your existenceĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā into my very soul.Ā
wrong. so fucking wrong.Ā Ā Ā everything, and all.
i recall how regret tore open my flesh, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā demolished my bones, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā severed my brain Ā Ā Ā & ripped out my veins ;Ā but left my heart to remember your flaws and flawlessness.Ā
you were the darkest & the brightest moments in my life.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā . . .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā you were in my life, once.Ā
Something is b r e a k i n g inside me. I canāt ..find it.
My veins are tangled and I canāt get out.
All I know is that you can set me free. Ā Ā Ā Ā Where are you when I need you so?
remember my promises & hear my wordsĀ Ā Ā Ā i'll stitch our hearts with į“ŹÉŖį“sį“ɓ threads.
i've blinded myself with your smilesĀ Ā & d r u n k e n in your eyes,Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā i recall your voice.
even if you're trapped Ā Ā i hope it's in my arms where eternity lasts.
At ungodly hours. Ā Ā I craved your words. Ā Like they were the antidotes. Ā Ā Ā Ā To my soul.
& at the break of dawn Ā Ā Ā i yearned for your breaths. your every whisper was like Ā Ā the sweet taste to my poison.
ā ā I could hear someone laughing far off in the distance. It was me. I wonder how comforting it could be to go mad like this?
āin É Ń”oŹld wheŹe onŹŹ Ļhe sĻŹonÉ¢s ones suŹvivesĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā wheŹe Ļhe strong ones, are Ļhe ones who geĻs to [Ā eat ]
It was just supposed to be him, hiding in the abandoned restaurant place until his friend brought something to eat from the suicide mountain, but then a human thought itād be fun to be in an old abandoned restaurant as a ghost hunting place. And that one tiny drop of blood āĀ Youāre hungry arenāt you? Eat him, doesnāt he smell delicious?Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now the humanās lying on the floor with barely a bone or even a flesh left.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦.but who are the { sā rong ones }?
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā after a whole day of running around, doing errands and meeting editors and going to school lectures, suji finally found herself thoroughly exhausted as she sat face down on the table in front of her at a small ramen shop near her home. having worked herself into a comatose state, she couldnāt help but lie her head on the surface, her eyes closed as if to catch her breath while waiting for her food to come out as well. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā okay, not to mention sheād also had a few shots of soju before, but it wasnāt affecting her.Ā much. she was tired and feeling a little more blue than usual, so when sheād arrived at the stall, it didnāt take much hesitation to accept the green bottle and pop it open for a few drinks. after a few more moments of resting her head, she erected herself and downed half of the remaining alcohol, letting out a soft ākaaahā after swallowing, carefully wiping at her lips. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āwhat a life,ā she mumbled to herself before resting her head back down once more, shaking it slowly and letting out a deep sigh.
retsuya had often heard about the nice compliments and great names of this particular ramen shop of a surprisingly small structure and a neat interior. he stepped in with wandering shuffles, eyes peering curiously around the shop as he pushed through the clear glass doors and triggering quiet tingles of sharp bells that echoed through the entrance. the initial cool breeze against his cheek had vanished with the gushed embrace of the warmth inside the small shop as he greets the busy lady with a curt nod and a polite smile.
it was soon enough that heād selected an empty table for two near the corners with walls populated by attached lists of menus and daily specials accompanied by appetizing photographs of various dishes. retsuya pushed up the frames of his glasses and nimbly scanned the coloured images before he settled on a single decision after processing through the steps of mental debate that concerned his dinner. itās really not that he usually encounters problems dealing with decisions, but itās the abundance of selections thatād disrupted his ability to choose. he tugs up a satisfied smile at his final decision and swerves around in his chair, head turning to relocate the same lady for the placement of his dinner order.Ā
Let me protect you.
Let me be the one you turn to when youāre sad, when youāre happy, when you need a punching bag or a shoulder to cry on. Let me be the one whoās arms to run into at the end of the day because you know that itās right next to my heart that you feel the safest. I fell for you because of the way you protect everyone around you. But what will you do if the time comes when you need to be protected? Lean on me. Trust me. Give me your heart, and Iāll treasure it.
Forgotten folklores dwell in silence, lingering in the pages of aged culture. No longer are they spoken past lips, and if so, only sparsely between elder and child in friendly converse. Sadly, the actuality is no longer in effect. The lines of reality and fantasy blurred. Yet the mythical creatures lost in a false belief of nonexistence still live, mingling with the human population behind deceptive masks.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Underneath Seoulās city lights, the kitsunes are alive, and Kita Kiyoshi is one of them.
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