#romanticdecay

[jasmim-manga]

from: Zamir Popat

[jasmim-manga]

from:Zamir Popat

[whatcanidowithyou]

He didn’t touch her — not yet. But the way his eyes lingered felt like a promise she could already feel on her skin. Desire was a language, and they were both fluent.

[aria-voss]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 🕯️

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄. 🌙

[herwayherworld]

She sits where shadows bloom—under the moon. The night does not frighten her; it listens.

Ella se sienta donde florecen las sombras—bajo la luna. La noche no la asusta; la escucha.

[fancysymbolnexus]

They called it love, but it felt more like surrender. Every glance a dagger, every touch a prayer I never asked for.