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[qiguais]

Sometimes we delude ourselves Into thinking we’re Perfect Unbreakable Invincible Surprise! Blood stains on pavement - Human bodies are As fragile as Human souls But much more fertile - Gorge out my eyes Claim them as your own Devour Every essence Of my being (rest in pieces)

[qiguais]

you’re the protagonist and you know it! your swagger is sure and your smirk flirtatious you’re confidence personified and the proud spotlight aimed towards you doesn’t falter just be cautious, careful now the main character isn’t complete without a villain

[qiguais]

we're the fools in this grand masquerade, wearing our masks for so long they become a second skin. we meet the one who peels the facade away, and we're terrified of the blood and bone beneath

[qiguais]

& they whisper as if they know what’s wrong

but the joke’s on them 

because there’s nothing wrong at all

rather, everything is 

perfect

and here, lips quirk into the most devious smile

[qiguais]

oh, you’re a vixen, you are! you who seduce the stoic and whimper in delight at the ripe fruit of your own deviousness, and deign to float with an airy giggle when all turns south for your hapless victim.

you the succubi, with your secretive smile and sweet, sweet lies. you with your tender caresses and pinky promises.

oh, you who bewitched me!

(come back, you!)

[qiguais]

MISC #0002

I drown in the sweet rose petal water that is your lies, breathe in that which I need to sustain my life but consume it in a manner which takes away the very essence of my being. I breathe in, out, in, out and as the haze of a whispered promise of eternity in the form of twin silver bands becomes naught but a faded lullaby of soothing nothings, I succumb to a sleep. I sleep a dreamless sleep and, perhaps contemplate a once fervent now tired wish to one day resuscitate the dregs of my torn up soul, for I know you shall not do so for I.

But alas, it is my soul that forms the sweet roses which give colour to your lies, but you have taken my petals and ignored my thorns.

[misticall]

Looking for KHR Indie-RP blogs to follow and interact with!

Ayoyoyo! 

This is basically me being a bit too lazy to go blog-hopping all on my own, so I've decided a post is a good way to go about this.

I'm an independant RP blog for Fran of KHR (willing to rp canon, au, tyl or tye) who's looking for more people to interact with! No qualifications needed, rlly... an appreciation for crack would be nice since I do have a tendency to get a bit weird, but nonetheless!

OC blogs are fine, as long as you have an about page for your character and you're willing to clarify character information with me;; 

(Finally; some of you may know me already from other blogs (Chrome, Luss, Giannini ... if so, and I haven't seen you yet on Fran... please do drop by and say hi ;v;) 

So, if you're an RP blog for KHR who's totally down for interaction, PLEASE LIKE THIS POST AND I WILL COME FOLLOW YOU AND SING PRAISES AND SHOWER YOU WITH CONFETTI UNLESS YOU HATE CONFETTI 

[qiguais]

misc #0001

And thus the day was born. The morning dew upon the grass, the glory of the sunshine turning those little beads of moisture from droplets to jewels, precious diamonds hidden within the grass. It was not without consequence, however - for if one were to step upon their fragile beings, the spell would be broken and the only remainder would be a glistening spread of moisture upon a surface. It was a deserted area though, so none were around to question the beauty and mock the stillness, none were around to ruin the tranquility that nature had designed, and all was able to exist in one perfect, natural being. Such was nature, such was life, until the inevitable would occur.