@rerue said : pls reduce the grounded sentence ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)
the porcelain tolls of plates knocking against chipped rims , thud of the sole on the woodtop table in some unseeable yet see - ably planned assortment of dishes comes to a second’s standstill with the press of soft lips on his cheek && it’s —— —— - almost endearing , familiar && unfamiliar all at once looking up from the eyes of a child’s shoes smudged && clung with dark polyps of fresh dirt . 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 , one of bloody fingers clinging to the periphery of his memory like a photoalbum that’s collected several millennia of sediment && dust incapable of restoration while another’s so fleeting albeit still vividly comparable to the vines toppling over the pots garnished on the windowsill . things too delicate for his taste if they’re overwhelmed by the smell of broth , reminding him again the nature of her motives .
❝ i said another fifty years every time you complained , did i not ? maybe i should make directly asking another hundred . ❞