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all we are is leaves in the wind, & all of our moments pass us by before they begin… ; all we are is breath against the glass , just like the ashes of a fire, ━━━━━━━ fading fast ;
private, original character. written by symphoney-louise.
& his fingers did such dangerous things. yes, they did such dangerous and unspeakable things… it H A S been said, that they did these things for only one person; that they did not even do these things for himself ━━ but in the name of he, that he remains so loyal too. funny story, now you mention it.
& his fingers did such dangerous things. yes, they did such dangerous and unspeakable things… it H A S been said, that they did these things for only one person; that they did not even do these things for himself ━━ but in the name of he, that he remains so loyal too. funny story, now you mention it.
━━━━━━━━ forest veined, nature hearted , and doe eyed, ( she is S O M E T H I N Gincredible, wouldn’t you say so? ) she’s sculpted to be a PRINCESS, destined to be a queen. she’s beautiful, like the dew belonging to the first morn, sweet upon a roses first petal. she’s a quilted shadow of white; delicate as the autumns fallen leaves. glorious is she, as her eyes glisten like a blanket of snow, isn’t she a delight ?
private, human faline. influenced by felix salten’s novel, bambi; a life in the woods.
I MUST LIVE WITH MY QUIET RAGE. Tame the ghosts inside my head. That run wild and wish me DEAD. Should you shake my ash to the wind. Lord, forget all of my sins.
- Indie and Selective MCU Bucky Barnes. Written by Lottie
━━━━━━━━ forest veined, nature hearted , and doe eyed, ( she is S O M E T H I N Gincredible, wouldn’t you say so? ) she’s sculpted to be a PRINCESS, destined to be a queen. she’s beautiful, like the dew belonging to the first morn, sweet upon a roses first petal. she’s a quilted shadow of white; delicate as the autumns fallen leaves. glorious is she, as her eyes glisten like a blanket of snow, isn’t she a delight ?
private, human faline. influenced by felix salten’s novel, bambi; a life in the woods.
━━━━━━━━ forest veined, nature hearted , and doe eyed, ( she is S O M E T H I N Gincredible, wouldn’t you say so? ) she’s sculpted to be a PRINCESS, destined to be a queen. she’s beautiful, like the dew belonging to the first morn, sweet upon a roses first petal. she’s a quilted shadow of white; delicate as the autumns fallen leaves. glorious is she, as her eyes glisten like a blanket of snow, isn’t she a delight ?
private, human faline. influenced by felix salten’s novel, bambi; a life in the woods.
large doe eyes stare ahead, the FAUN shaking where he s t a n d s as echoes and strains of times unknown WHISPER in his ear. a thousand languages GARBLED together until they are unintelligible, until only chaosremains within the c h i l d ‘ s mind and the a d o l e s c e n t ‘ s frame. “ we shouldn’t be here. “
her lips are rose, and her kiss is of thorns, eyes are delicate, with tales of silenced hymns; a colour WEAVED with her secrets. her breath is a gentle whisper, a sweet chime that suggests that she is very much alive. oh, but she notes the fear that laces itself with DESPERATION into the frame of the boy ━━━━━ and gentle hands will rest upon the his arms and fingers will seal a thousand songs that whisper her concerns and G R A C E F U L L Y tell him not be afraid. her smile is the sun, and the grace of autumn leaves that dance their final dance, and her voice is the sweetness of the songbird whom builds home within the arching breadth of her ribcage.
❛ you mustn't be afraid. . . . ❜
by courtmoly
━━━━━━━━ his weakness was always the forest; a vast collection of C O L O U R S and wonders that sparked the curiosity deep within him. it was beauty of the nature, the browns and the greens, the blue & the grey. it was never a hesitant factor the bled from him, an interest BROUGHT TO LIFE by the hymn of the birds, the echoing song that lingers through the branches and dances hand in hand with the leaves… . you could say, he is the beauty of childhood.
━━━━━━━━ his weakness was always the forest; a vast collection of C O L O U R S and wonders that sparked the curiosity deep within him. it was beauty of the nature, the browns and the greens, the blue & the grey. it was never a hesitant factor the bled from him, an interest BROUGHT TO LIFE by the hymn of the birds, the echoing song that lingers through the branches and dances hand in hand with the leaves… . you could say, he is the beauty of childhood.
━━━━━━━━ his weakness was always the forest; a vast collection of C O L O U R S and wonders that sparked the curiosity deep within him. it was beauty of the nature, the browns and the greens, the blue & the grey. it was never a hesitant factor the bled from him, an interest BROUGHT TO LIFE by the hymn of the birds, the echoing song that lingers through the branches and dances hand in hand with the leaves… . you could say, he is the beauty of childhood.
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━━━━━━━━ forest veined, nature hearted , and doe eyed, ( she is S O M E T H I N G incredible, wouldn’t you say so? ) she’s sculpted to be a PRINCESS, destined to be a queen. she’s beautiful, like the dew belonging to the first morn, sweet upon a roses first petal. she’s a quilted shadow of white; delicate as the autumns fallen leaves. glorious is she, as her eyes glisten like a blanket of snow, isn’t she a delight ?
private, human faline. influenced by felix salten’s novel, bambi; a life in the woods. portrayed by symphoney-louise.
WEEP, o man ! for your own folly’s loss. a SPRINT to the heaven’s above, and ‘ let us make a name for OURSELVES ! ‘ but just as eve by her CURSED apple was ruined, so too does your o v e r r e a c h i n g grasp leave you to scattered to the RUIN of the earth. SCREAM, o man ! for the rubble you have sown, & pride GOETH before the fall. now l a n g u a g e twists on your tongue, the tower’s shards SLICING your speech until unrecognizable utterances can fall o n l y on DEAF ears.
y UP I M OFF TO WATCH EMMERDALE AND SOB OVER MY FAVE PIECE OF SHIT MR SUBDEN AS THEY ATTEMPT TO WAKE HIM THE F UP.
