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"Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate." indie normal end etihw rp blog.

[vastitatis]

whispers pssst

i need to follow more people here...... 

will you please reblog this if you're a rp blog for 'the gray garden'?

[vastitatis]

     Rain. 

     It's only a drizzle, nothing that would      force a person to scamper under cover      for protection.

     ... What a silly thought.

     There wasn't anyone around to do as      such anyways. 

     The rain splits on tainted diamonds, dirt       running off the formerly pristine white with      each drop.

     Droplets pelt the God without stop,      attention to the sky. She could not      care less if one hits her eye. 

     Being blind to an atrocity may      rid her of guilt for a minute, at least.

     Melancholy flows from pale lips, feet      shuffling as she rises, making her way       across the landscape. 

                                   "... I can nearly hear Kcalb grumbling about the                                                                 overcast covering the moon. Wodahs may be fine                                           with it since the flowers would get their daily watering.                                                Ater and Arbus would hiss and stay as far away from it                                                  as possible. Grora would--"

    And her mumbling continues, memories     of happier times spilling out to the stale     air. 

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虚无的世界etihw | By:疏镜 

[vastitatis]

                                                      Time doesn't                                                          matter anymore.

     Breathing lacks importance, old bones      daring to break if she dares to move.       Having herself shatter at this point      doesn't sound terrible. After all, it      would be better than forcing herself      through a lonely existence.

     The God finally allows herself to move,      neck craning as dull eyes turn to the sky.

     When was the last time that the clouds      had represented sorrow? 

     The whisper of footsteps reaches Etihw's      ears, though no movement to note as such      occurs.

     It's just her imagination, she's sure.

                                                          A failure such as herself                                                             doesn't deserve company.                                          

[vastitatis]

"Looking back, I have this to regret,      that too often when I loved,            I did not say so."

a roleplay blog for normal end etihw of the gray garden.

mun has six solid years of rp experience.

no smut, but violence and the such are completely fine by me.

etihw may not be in the best condition, but i'm pretty okay and i'll gladly make friends!!

                                  { gray world. | art credit to mogeko! }