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𝔸 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕕

[stacojiu]

by (Mon Petit Sweet)

[forgottcnportrait]

fabricatedib replied to your post: -flops-

flops over u

//dies

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         ..........!!?!?!

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royaliste:

🐏 》 ❝ E-Excuse me, young lady! ❞  

           Forgive her for being slightly out of line, but is it too ludicrous to expect fair manners from a child? Raising one’s voice at anyone is an absolute no-no as is, let alone…. spitting at them! Ooh she’s so mad, she could just… just… pinch her cheeks!!

          ❝ It is not polite to do that to people. ❞  

         poutpoutpoutpout -- *          For one reason or another, terrible sensations alerted the little lady, convincing her that this woman was a bad person to be talking to. Pardon her for such impulsive reactions; the teachings of her parents came into play as soon as her mind smoothed over those rash instincts.          Don’t talk to strangers, Ib, said once her very stern and over-protective father. She would ask forgiveness from him later after returning home that day. For now, she chose to swing around, chocolate hair swaying sharply to her left before falling gracefully over her shoulder. Heels clack loudly against cobblestone with her chin held up high. Hurried child steps go far as to leave the unknown woman behind her trails.

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yellxwpetal:

So… Ib has never seen the ocean.. Has she ever saw lakes, ponds, anything of water? Surely the girl must been somewhere. “What about the forests? Are they really a beautiful green laid across the land? Is the sky truly a beautiful blue?” Mary wanted to see all of it.

It was a goal.

Ib’s parents had sheltered her more so than she would have liked to admit. Bathing in sunlight nearby the sea and traversing a forested land surrounded by inhabiting creatures were experiences she never had the chance to indulge. Not that she disliked the opportunity, rather it never came to mind. In response, Ib shook her head. Her brows crinkled and her eyes hardened against the carpeted floor. A sense of guilt brought a burden upon her shoulders for not being able to describe this much for someone who had been equally as confined as herself. In a small voice she said, “I’ll ask my parents, next time.” It was her goal.

[fabricatedib]

{{ @bludcmon }}

              no.

[culturenlifestyle]

Stunning Buttercream Floral Cakes That Are Way Too Beautiful to Eat by Seoul-Based Pastry Chef Atelier Soo

Keep reading

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{ @lifegivingartist }

          She presents to thee, a flower !     unsure of it being genuine in life or pale in existence--      but provided nonetheless, for a sad, sad looking old man(?)

[nataliapaints]

[heaarteater]

[huariqueje]

Cymbidium Still Life   -   Laura Jones

Australian , b.1982-

Oil on linen,

[fyeah-ib]

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           feels just like ギャリー                   feels just like 𝕙 𝕠 𝕞 𝕖

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@fabricatedib

   “Do you thin that I could ever see the ocean? Is it really sparkly blue like they are depicted in books?” Mary tilted her head at the other. Blue eyes filled with curiosity.

[fabricatedib]

         She gave it some thought, walking past hallways of paintings. Various atmospheric landscapes clouded her mind however only a shade of blue filled her head. Ib only saw the sea in books as well. Her parents never brought her out to see a true ocean of the sort. In response which followed moments later, all Ib could manage was a simple shrug.

[jiefinch]

seem to have forgotten something

[itsmieille]

old ib drawing from last year i dont think i’ll be finishing, so here you go ‘ v ‘

[rai-r]

@hyunjineeee/instagram

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@royaliste

         *** spits on u