#bloomess

[thievrie-blog]

bloomess

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T O S HI K O O O O OO O O !!!!!!

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[scattrd]

wipes snot on summer's cape

“     oh----- ?     ”        &.     she     is     snapped     out     of     her     daze    at     the     feeling     of     small     hands     clutching     the     fabric     of     her     white     cape ,    her     own     meeting     the     back     of     her     daughter’s     head     as     slim     fingers      are     combed     through     her     hair .    she     can’t     help     the     smile     that     tugs     at     the     corners     of     her     lips .        “     mi preciosa rosa ,      ”        the     words     of     endearment     roll     off     her     tongue     as     she     brings     her     hand     to     ruby’s     cheek ,        “     if     you     need     a     tissue ,     you     can     ask ,     okay ??     ”

[deathcrowned]

         THE SECRETS OF YOUTH   /   the hushed whispers away from overbearing grandmother earth .    see ,   truth comes home to rest in the dark ,   where nightly scion rules in absolute verity    ❛   she's never liked me as much as she does you   ❜    //    @boomess

[ombress-blog]

‘ you need to grow out of this cookie obsession. seriously. ’ she watched, emotionless, as ruby scarfed down all forty-seven of the chocolate chip cookies blake had made for the whole team. ‘ one day i’m gonna walk in and see you dead on the floor from some kind of sugary seizure. ’ / @bloomess aka how are you not tired of me yet.

[wraithring-blog]

      ‘ you’re kidding. ‘

boney fingers tap, tap tap impatiently against his duel disk. the spirit of the ring found no pleasure in a fight without challenge, and this opponent was comically outclassed unfamiliar with the game. it brings to wonder what he was doing here, what he thought he  saw in her.

      ‘ get that trash off my field. ‘ @bloomess

[altarbled-blog]

SHE WOULD KNOW BETTER        than most- how savage- how beastly it could be- how it did not know the taste of mercy or how to hold delicacy in its hands without crushing it. her voice is a sheet of silk, a sprinkle of dirt- soft and earthy, something so rarely painted in kindness’s image . ❛     the world is not built to house soft hearts- it only knows how to tear and to feast .     ❜

@bloomess

[silvaer-a]

me: u better not sleep on- @bloomess: 👀👀👀👀👀

[curtuspatronus-blog]

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                   “ Not fair...”

There sit the stained mermaid, pathetically lifting up the remains of her precious cape, pouting as she brushed the dirt off her body, mourning her precious cape. It seemed no matter what, she could not protect it.

                    “ I had just replaced this too.”

for @bloomess