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[euphememoon]

☾ ; "do you believe me now?"

Lenore estaba donde siempre, a la misma hora de siempre, haciendo lo de siempre: leer en completo silencio. Al menos hasta que fue interrumpida por una voz conocida. Elevó la mirada, confusa (y un poco irritada) ante tal suceso. "¿Ludo?," cuestionó, su voz a penas un susurro. Estaba tan sorprendida con la presencia de su primo en el lugar que incluso se olvidó de la primera cuestión. "¿Qué haces en la biblioteca?" / ☾: para ludo (@purebloods-mudbloods)

[superchat]

[simsexpo]

39. ₮ⱧɆɎ ₩ɆⱤɆ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮

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[weishenkun]

ENGLISH VERSION????

[punsandfuturekingsmen-archive]

How would you know? They're to nice to tell you that you're dragging them down. Things have changed and your dynamic isn't the same anymore. Why WOULD they tell you that you're doing something wrong?

If they really were as close to you as you say, then why are they keeping secrets from you? Friends and lovers don't do that Arthur~

But then again, you do the same thing, don't you?

Don't make me laugh. That one little difference was just a little simple ripple in the whirlpool of the world.

But you can fix this.

You know what to do, Arthur.

Humans adapt. You'll just have to find a way to make yourself on par with them. They may not leave you now, but if you make yourself stronger by any means necessary...

Then they won't have a need to.

“....... I mean--- I mean I wouldn’t hate being stronger for them. I’m already trying to. In my own way.”

[simsexpo]

𝟏𝟐. 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤

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[bonnle]

yo una tonta: *escucha la playlist de siete maravillas*

yo una tonta cuando escucha seven wonders de fleetwood mac y dice “if i live to see the seven wonders” y dándome cuenta de que ahí viene la frase del rp:

[byabhainn]

WHAT TYPE OF LOVE DO YOU ATTRACT?

art

sitting perched on a stool, posing coyly for your secret lover; humming the melody of the notes you draw out from your paramour; watching as colour fills the canvas with every brushstroke to embody your dear's eyes. you attract art. whether it's because you create it or because you inspire it, you attract the very people who create it, too. the atmosphere changes when a person enters your space. time seems to move slower as beauty rises from within you and is translated into song, or poetry, or dance, or paints, or anything of the sort. elegance is the best way to describe the way you love. you move, and the world shifts in your favour. the things you make with the love you share is endless, something that people drink from, yearn for, wish upon. to you, beauty is created, and not inherited; you know this, whether you know it with familiarity or you know it beneath the depths of your mind, but you know this because you've created so much beauty in the world and its effects are everlasting. from the bottom of my heart, thank you for existing.