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will be between here & @sericate !
so a month long break huh..
swear on my life i will be back when i can i miss writing i miss anna
my uni has a dirty d.sney party & my friend & i are going as anna & kr.stoff
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being on call w chasen n carmen makes me heart eye emoji
sry for inactivity
‹⠀ ◜ ♥ ◞⠀ * ––––––– 𝙵𝚁𝚈𝙾𝚂𝙰 . - *
“ . . . “ lachrymosity , sheltered beneath glaucous verglas —- / the flesh as glacial brigandine , bathyal & icebound . i , defortified , / i , seething diaphane , plucking the precious , pink throat : the murder of canary - song . dismal & nuclear , these hands / unwilling pillagers , i massacre dreamscape . an un - woman gone colubrid , pinching at a nocturne’s strings / as i descend unto sepulcher , unto the wintered gaol / the preservation of my poison . ( o , / atriums laced with rose - seedling & boscage , i remember you : loveliness besieged by algor , & the lands scarred by my fetid vesper / under a bad moon , i assembled my apocalypse . ) assuming ghosthood , i pass through corridors / with a haunting likeness to thine cyanosis , sericate silk unto frosted serac / perched upon a cathedra of frore , incarnadine . my howling - song & aconite - artery , moaning , tongueless nightingale / your blued verset was drowned at sea , only to be resurrected by my lovelorn , gelid fingertips . now , the synthesis of my boreal carnage / & your effortless effulgence : the summered solstice upon dolose flesh ———- my breastbone , gasping : eleison , your eyes are the confessional / & i proffer my outpouring of diseased , blackened sin : the exposure of my arcana . “anna . . . that vision of you haunts me——————” WATERLOGGED ACHING , / this guilt emaciates ; i count its ribs , i splinter : grief dendritic , scandent frostbite . godhood subsumes , festered into ancient agonies & monstrous malison / the beheading of my faunae . “( . . . ) do i deserve to begin again ?”
𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙲𝚈𝙾𝙽 has been proven deft in espying one impossibly intemerate from dolourous depths . ( & this , still spanning 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 from first identification . ) of course , no degree of effulgence is detected without EFFORT ––––––––––– 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙰𝚃𝚄𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 . i am blinded by my own light , vertiginous , 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 of a reality cruel in its contrast ( half - conscious to the fact / woven to axis of the act ) although the damning whorl lies in my wake . a daily dose of a question TAUNTS , mingles with candlelit kin ‘ pon staves to symphonies of lore - torn lessons ; whether to regard the fix as friend or foe , i furrow my brow , brush betwixt the burns . ❝ –––––––––– elsa . . . ❞ ( nathless pleas strung together in exhaustion of the self : 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 . ) borne blessing is bipartite , a force that numbs to biting draught of wintertide & fragrant zephyr of sweet solstice . ❝ that was years ago . it ––––– it wasn’t even your fault ! ❞ cyclical capsules may not become easier to swallow , coaxing word caught in the throat to settle amongst 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙴 . ❝ besides , ❞ she ceases not in her sojourn , deemed miracle of a sweltering soul that shows no blister : come storm , COME SHINE , come sorrow . ❝ things are 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆 . ❞
@reconsecrate ♥ ' d for a starter !
𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 / such spirit ( . . . ! come cries borne of bare bone & brittle foundation , spoken of most rident ray swept asunder ) , such sooths that stand stifled by stamineus 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐇 . for amidst wroxwood flower weeds , thorny brush gone unseen beneath sepal - granted shroud . ❝ i've NEVER found it so 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 before . ❞ he loves me . he loves me not . HE LOVES ME ––––––– ! he loves me not .
flora made FALCATE is to fairytale turned 𝘍𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘓 ; petals lie strewn about semblance of uncertain season . ❝ i don’t like the feeling . ❞
thinking back to my hp verse .
since we’re back in business , have a starter call !
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since we’re back in business , have a starter call !
‹⠀ ◜ ♥ ◞⠀ * ––––––– 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂𝙸𝚂 . - *
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 . DELICATE NAIVETE AND WOE — - petal - bound devotion * in the heart of a worried sister . Against winter’s chill - they squint into the dying light . Stoke the flames with but a simple gesture . GOD - SENT ENIGMA , quietly , provides their most prominent thoughts with haste . Laidback yet so certain of what is to be : “ Then learn from error . One cannot live in comfort forever , vinur minn . ” There is silver - lining in failure ( To exist , pride-less , is to experience life in is truest form . Wild , never linear . ) “ Do you choose to learn ? Or wallow in your own mistake ? ”
how i have become FOIL TO ETOLIATE FOUNDATION / the very flicker of 𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚅𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 that bears bairnish incisor ‘ gainst FIERCEST FORCE ( falt ‘ ring , perchance , but failing to fall ) . warnings of wrox poise potential spiral into babeldom , a certain familiar cacophony impeded by bipartite palliative . ❝ –––––––––– - - - if i had chosen to wallow , 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙸 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 ? ❞ bramble wound ‘ round berceuse ; i push on in pursuit of a melody once shared , apply salt to wound to GRIT TEETH in memorization of the way in which they fit together / in forbidding its flame to forge fane within marrow .
❝ i’m here because 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 . ❞ stalwart , STEADY : see she who holds her own at the adumbral hour , ❝ so i'm the one who has to make this right . ❞ as phaeic brushstrokes blur senses . ( how to tell snow angels from nocnitsas now ? )
tag rant <3(:
“ it’s okay to let others help pick up the pieces. ”
❝ & that's what i 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 . ❞ another addition to asseveration ‘ pon ATLAS’S LOAD ! though , do fix your efforts on eradicating notions of any intention that BREACHES the 𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘜𝘖𝘜𝘚 , for choliambic is cry of the acataleptic / she who stumbles into most perlous periphery : THE EYE OF THE STORM . ( strength is a shapeshifter . this i have seen , & this i believe . an incendiary heart seeks a cooler head , STRIVES FOR STABILITY with sightline so steadfast that it acts as own occaecation to single - sided nature . ) MY SOUL ACHES FOR STOLIDITY , my darling b>! & these are provisions i cannot prepare , not amidst aeviturnal ague / ling ‘ ring frore that refuses to flee . ❝ but no matter what i say or how i try to say it , it just . . . i'm sorry that i keep putting this on you –––––––– 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 , 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 . there are just . so many times that – – – ❞ witness LILT turn to LIMP , a spark searching for ignition .
𝙾 , 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳 –––– fight fire with fire , & be met with ash to ash / sprent harbingers registering as equally urticant & ROOTLESS ––––––––– there are fables that fend off naîveté’s extended stay , parables that preach prophecies favouring sole pedicel to embrace extension of her own stem . there are lessons that long to be learned . ❝ do you ever feel that every word that comes out of your mouth falls upon deaf ears ? ––––––– i’m not talking about with you , of course . as in me with you . i mean . obviously not . sometimes it seems like you’re the only one who CAN hear me . ❞ white - knuckled , i stare into the sun / recognize refuge in its rays / sink into self with shoring rarity : desperate awaiting of answer . ❝ i guess i never imagined it could come to feel so 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 . ❞