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@watealty
sorry sorry LOL , i got a job from home uwu
A. C. A. B said giyuu
♥ FOR A STARTER !
hi! I feel better now! it was a temporary cold but yeah, Doctors have told me that I must quarantine in my room without approaching anyone, nor my own relatives to avoid it, even so I am happy to be able to continue writing, thanks to the people who have commented to me in my other publication the other day, you guys made me very happy and your words were heard! Thank u so much, i am going to write tomorrow ♥️
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 !
𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 !
i am so sorry guys, i am currently leaving the hospital, i just had the test to verify if i test positive for coronavirus, i feel really bad, i have a 39 fever, i find it hard to breathe, especially talking. actually in my hell, since my country is shit the result will be in 6 days
hi , i am going to be here at night !
his body : bruised and torn powers , consequences of what is broken in a tales of solemn suffering . shooting stars that you must follow , on the hard road to the emptiness of hell . he has been formed ignoring simplicity . the strong are allowed to crush the bones of the weak / he doesn ’ t want to be in the lower belt . less to be killed by the owners of the pyramid . he wonders if somewhere in their voids , there is a moral conscience , a lack of humanity . how did he manage to tame the soul of a non living being ? was it luck / coincidence ? ‘ can you still stand ? ’
@sunsbreath / src . ♥
ITINERARY DREAMS , where one walks without reason , oblivious to origin / objective , only attentive to other voices , not to their owners . it is the clock that evaporated hours , and retains only minutes , only absolute elements of our dream experiences . it is the river that passes and remains , not an eternal current , a single instant , bohemian , fugitive water that arrives and disappears : speaks . intuitions . ‘ was that on purpose ? ’
@pyresewn / src . ♥
HE HAS FOUND : matching new faces , vigilants costumes who put their lives on line to the oath to protect the innocent but even . . . are we going to meet again someday ? there is no more , take advantage of a goodbye / longing for a greeting . cruelty . there are missions , faces seen in passing , which we avoid , leaving them to lose themselves among people , more always alive in the subconscious , faint rays of light that doesn ’ t extinguish . and there are occasions , where he will not allow to lose faces . ‘ they are no longer here . ’
@jaknen / src . ♥
STILL INTACT , huge , surrounds time . noises break in . was there chaos ? very far from its origin , it offers between boiling light of freshness . blood runs . . . are even common stained scenarios ? GIYU : has intuitive power ahead of him , his greatest weapon guides him to his ideals / what he thinks is right . the path he believes in is the only one he has wanted to walk . there are stones and tragedies but one day he found a glorious sign . the mission term , a new dawn is approaching ( each one is one step closer ) . quiet in its place and posture : look calmly at every movement that your hearing can capture , ensuring that no one else is in this square meter , no more than they are . ‘ there is nothing else i can do here . ’
@zokillua / src . ♥
eyes never say thoughts turbine ( less in my ocean ) , they don ’ t reflect a soul that was once alive . a child ’ s passion has been buried behind this revenge / rage . life brings sadness , happiness will come when i can reborn . death in life exists when nothing causes you happiness . there is no doubt in his actions , less with this sword that has sworn justice . he scatters it , in an elaborate waltz and fleeting speed like rough seas , sweeping waves . “ there are still more demons on the other side . ”
@obtainedloss / src . ♥
001. 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 .
“ That had better be a compliment. ”
@watealty, one liner call.
“ . . . compliment? ” there are no changed emotions , withered expressions . his unwavering posture / immune . careless . “ that isn ’ t even the point . ”
@yeonban sent : “ it tastes like cough medicine but good ”
“ i see . . . ” soft murmur absolute tranquility meets a certain doubt . body hurts tired , exceeds limits to rush as much as each mission can , help innocents ( forgetting and not caring about himself ) . he doesn ’ t care , he hates wasted time . medicine is a waste in this body without importance , it can heal itself with time and patience . mh , like a cough medicine . he hates it . and it is all he can think of more than his own pain . a sigh pierces certain irises . rapid movement takes the liquid fast as you can . disgusting . “ thanks . ”
ten minute power hour accepting .
@tanjiruo sent : “ great news on the friendship front : you ’ re my friend ”
FRIENDS ? denies , refutes . distressing : friendships tales end in catastrophes , fleeting graves , last encounters . better to be alone , in cruel fate , he has decreed it as holy prose over and over again. i have seen deep crimson ties . assumed reality has decided . he has surrounded himself with nothing . keep distance . being alone . there is no time for friends ( i can ' t ) . fear pierces bones will we even be alive tomorrow ? in this countenance there is a fearful / insecure being . man weakness who lost everything and feels he has not helped enough . dull eyes and distant suns formed an astonishment spectacle , but habit and a false body know how to maintain their composure . there are no words on the flower surfacethat that bloom from the windpipe . even the best memories are nightmares , there is no recognized happiness ( not today , not tomorrow , never ) .
“ . . . ” denying / suppressing feelings is a sealed oath , said corrupted it is falling , failing . oh , that boy presence : that one who once met pleading in tears . . . seems so sure of divine glory . prefer ignore / deaf ears , muffled thoughts . calm . rebirth is the only thing that favors us to have a good ending / and be friends . “ . . . let ’ s eat soba . ”
ten minute power hour accepting .
“ my intention isn ’ t to interfere with your mission . ” poor adventurer , he will always find a way to his luck guided by own stars . he cannot see beyond his silhouette with which its weight is applied to the mast . danger alerts intuition / body vibrates in adrenaline pumping the motor . inevitable will and courage to intervene . boy , don ’ t go where you shouldn ’ t someone once said . “ i am leaving . ”
@demonbreathing / src . ♥
001. 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 .
“I - I’m not — !!” No tears come. But it’s obvious from her voice she’s sobbing. Loudly, hysterically, quivering and shaking severely. On her knees, skid and scratched, the blood saturates the dirt with a red before it’s absorbed into the moist ground. She can’t cry. Not with tearful eyes and a runny nose that looks so endearing on the rest of you. She can’t cry and look pitiful, sad, in need of protection. When she cries it’s ugly and scary and makes her want to hide from her own emotions. But she’s scared. Even with m a miserable life like her own, tucked away in the mountainside alone, she still wants to live. On the ground, Recchan grips at the leaves as she scoots away from the other. “I’m not- I’m not-” she wheezes, breath coming rapidly from her lungs. She can’t even get the final words out. A DEMON. A long string of drool began dripping from her mouth and wiped away with a tattered sleeve. @watealty
“ they always say that , so . . . ” rough seas are those that drag you onto an unknown path , they are disturbing , they are impulsive , they roar and they call you / a destiny thing ( as some call it ) . here there is no god to praise on knees kissing the ground and pleading for innocent sacrament , forgiveness isn ’ t done by glorious , justice is violence union by all those who died in life ( and they are still here , in this path aimlessly , capitals against mission in humanity favor ) . breathing daydream drains alert , honors . don ’ t hold back . it ’ s my holy anaphora , their downfall and to go against the current is to disrespect your principles . emptiness he maintains is as frivolous as his calm . nothing . it doesn ’ t represent . i am made a sea of fierce waves . there is humanitarian blood in this body that hasn ’ t been buried . crying and despair are his weaknesses . he was wrong to shake hands and support he gave , can you give your intuitions another chance? “ . . . what are you ? ”