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satansbasturd-deactivated202311

Cuddle and finger her

cwote

May the next few months be a period of transformation for you.

mischon

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wrotten

i identify as a bottle of red wine smashed on the tile floor of a grocery store

demiiwhiffin

a beautiful boy

frogmp3

i’m a man of my worm

weavemama

cat hate is just so…….. embarrassing

inanotherunivrse

prompt: anemoia

(n.) nostalgia for a time you’ve never known.

i. haze

ii. sepia

iii. dust

iv. roads

v. arrival

ritualreboot

i. haze

the city lights blend and blur below, and the bouncing music booms as the summer wind begins to blow. thoughts swim subdued and my senses are sedated, i silently sink to where my soul has waited.

ii. sepia

the flicker of a flame filters over the pages, and feather-light furred paws pause as they find aged floorboards. the last littering specs of gold light leave at last, letting light linger only on letters past.

iii. dust

a room i would roam routinely as i had grown, now riddled with regrets unatoned. how long i was away is only aware to me as i cough awake annoyed lungs, ailments aid my allignment and again i run, as when i was young.

iv. roads

new, old, neat, or untied, nearly every type known to my eyes, but not nearly enough to appease the need to run, to ride. cement to sand, city to sea and signs, seldom to see me a second time.

v. arrival

cold chips at a chin and cheeks, but lips only grin eyes meet comforting crowds of white concentrated sheets. biting breath breaks through bitten lips, the build of benevolent beliefs and dreams banish bitter feelings as the true journey begins.