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if you've been hurt by me, whether through something i said, something i reblogged, or just the energy with which i moved online, i am so, so sorry.

i'm sorry in the plainest way a person can be. it doesn't matter what i meant, if it reached you as harm, it was harm. and i accept that.

i've made mistakes, and i take full responsibility for them, whether i knew the full impact at the time or not. i've learned a lot through the fallout, and i'm committed to doing better. but if i hurt people, i hurt people. i did that. i am fully responsible for letting things escalate, both on my page and beyond it, and i regret that deeply. i engaged too sharply, sometimes too publicly, sometimes without remembering that the person on the other end is a person.

i've tried to make amends where i could, but i know it may not be enough to undo the harm i've caused, whether intentionally or not. i regret that i didn't do more, sooner. if i could've found liz's socials again, i would've reached out in two seconds flat. and i still would.

and it doesn't make it okay. none of this post is here to make anything okay. it's just, i felt like it was important for me to say it clearly, not through silence or side-notes, but directly.

i also want to say this. i understand the serious impact of my words and actions, and if they have ever come across as racist, or even ableist to some, i am deeply sorry. i know how easily things can get tangled, that being through intentions, tone, impact.

furthermore, i've never stalked anyone. not anonymously, not through alt accounts, not at all. it's not something i've done, and not something i ever would do. i know what it's like to feel watched, and i would never wish that feeling on anyone.

if anyone who follows me took things too far, i still take responsibility for the tone i might've set or the influence i had. even if i didn't direct it, i understand that my words carried weight, and i take responsibility for that.

i know there are people who read everything i post, and people who quote me, screenshot me, listen to me.

i don't take this lightly.

i know what it's like to feel like someone's blog is a room you go to when everything else is too loud, and if mine ever stopped feeling like that, i am sorry. i care about the people who come here, even the ones who barely speak. and i don't want to be part of a corner of the internet where loyalty turns into dogpiling, or where disagreement means exile.

i love this community. i really love the people here, the ones who shift, who try, who stumble, who get back up, who write, who document. and that love hasn't changed, even when i have with my own shifting experiences.

even when things got messy, even when i wasn't kind, that love didn't disappear. might've gotten buried under frustration or pride or noise, but it was never fake, and i'm sorry i let it get buried at all.

i've always been the kind of person who wants to fix things immediately, who wants to talk it out, who wants to make things good again even if it takes seven tries.

and if it ever slipped out of sight, then that's on me.

if i've hurt anyone, i believe you. if anyone felt pushed, or dismissed, or mocked, then i believe that too. even if that was never my intention, it landed. and i can live with being wrong.

if you still dislike me after this, that's okay. i've never been above criticism, and i'm not now.

but i hope it's clear that i am not trying to win an argument, i just wanted to say this, in case it helps even one person feel a little less hurt, even the ones who can't stand me, because that's the whole point, right? we grow with each other. even when it's uncomfortable, and even when we get it wrong.

thank you for reading this, and thank you for holding me to a higher standard than i once held myself. i needed that, and i still do.

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um guys, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle

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shifting and coming back like

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self concept shortly explained

self concept is basically how you see yourself it's the story you're running about you

so in loa, your self concept matters because what you assume to be true about yourself gets reflected back to you. so like if you assume like oh im always chosen or oh im always shifting the world mirrors that

or if you assume nothing ever works out for me, the universe/3d/cr/blalbllasfnweufbwuebfu mirrors THAT

why self concepts are........i dont want to say easier but ok let's say easier is because you'd be assuming from the source (you!!!!!!!) instead of trying to assume each result. so like regular assumption is oh im in my dr. or i have x amount of money

vs self concept assuming which would be im the kind of person everyone loves, i always shift to my drs, i always get what i want

instead of you trying to micromanage every outcome, you're assuming the version of yourself who already lives in these outcomes

it's way less exhausting and it's way more stable because when you shift your self concept, you shift the entire framework your reality is built on. basically

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑤ritten in the 𝑚arginsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♱ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑙etters from the 𝑐abin

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layout ib : @emmanation // © moonysmanuscript 2025

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　　like no other, you can't be replaced ／ 　　　　༢　　 there's nothing like 𝒍apis 𝒍azuli　

coremma : the name 𝐜oremma is a neologism and a compound formation. it blends the root latin word  ❝ 𝐜or . . . ❞ ( or in this case, core ) with the proper noun ❝ 𝐞mma, ❞ and together, these words form a portmanteau.

　　　cor : from latin cor, cordis . . . heart. note , this is the stem used in cordial, concord, discord, courage. semantic range includes emotional depth, bravery, union, and internal essence, and feeling over reason.　　

　　　em(m)a : a hypocoristic of names like ermengarde, ermen or emmanuelle, but linguistically it's a stable unit . . . bisyllabic, vowel-rich, phonetically soft. semantically associated with universality, "god is with us" and wholeness ( emma in medieval usage, meaning universal ).

　　　　　 　　　    . 　　 ˚　　　 ༘ 　　 · 　　　 ˚

in modern english, core refers to the central, most essential part of something. 　　　core . 　　

　 　　　 　　　 　　cor - em - ma , trisyllable. opens with a hard consonant ( 𝑐 ), softens in the medial vowel zone ( 𝑒 ), and rounds out with doubled nasals ( 𝑚m ) before the final open vowel ( 𝑎 ).

trisyllabic structure has three beats that allow for: a beginning ( launch ) / a middle ( development) / and an end ( resolution ).　　

coremma mimicks the morphology ( study of the internal structure of words ) of: latinised words such as valeria , or classic myth pairings. 　　

　　 　₊　 therefore the two names joined – 𝐜oriolanus & 𝐞mma – look as if they should belong in a dead language. they are perceived through a devotional form.　　

 　coremma can be read through the lens of . . .  　 　 　 the heart of emma　　  　 or : 　a core that belongs only to emma.　　

he provides structure : the cor, the scaffolding, the gravitational mass. she provides motion　: the emma, the emotion, the atmosphere, the ending.

　　　　　　　　　 　 　 𝒉eart x 𝒆ntirety

　　alas , it is her name that is preserved. 　he is the prefix, while she is the body.

　　　　　 　　　 　  ◞　 　 　  .　　 ‧　 　₊　　　 ◜

　　noun ( f . ) 　　　/ kɔˈrɛ.mə /

　i . the indivisible unit formed when two separate intelligences collapse into one being 　ii . the centre of emotional gravity around which a relationship structures itself 　iii . a myth or marriage so singular it requires a new word

　　　　　　　　　　𝒔ee us at . . .

　　　　　　　　　　daisy　　 　 　　 jay gatsby　　 　　　　　　　 catherine　　　.　　　heathcliff　　 　　　　　 　 tyler durden　 　　 　the narrator　　 　　　　　　　　 fleabag　　 　　 　 the priest　　 　 　 　 　 the sea　 　 ་ the cliff　 　 　　　　 　 ophelia　　　　　　 hamlet　　 　　　　　　 misa amane　　　˖ 　　　light yagami　　 　　　　　　　　eurydice　　　　 　 orpheus　 　　　　　　　　　aurora　　　˚ 　　　prince philip 　

　　　　　　　 and of course , coriolanus and emma

　　i recognised you in the colour of things her & lost in translation , eglė, the queen of serpents , the golden ratio , entangled particles: affected across distance without touching , two birds on a telephone wire , the trojan horse: dramatic, destructive, driven by devotion , moon and tide , sun and moon , comets that return once every 76 years, but always to the same path , noah and allie in the notebook , peanut butter and jelly , pen and paper , in the mood for love , echo of a piano key after the finger lifts , the chorus of video games by lana del rey .

　　　　　　coremma : the chronicles under the light 　　the lifetimes one wandered into / lifetimes made real by him

　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　ℎogwarts ꒰  1977 ꒱　 　　　　　　　she wears scarlet, he wears green. ancient bloodlines. 　 　　　　　　　pure as parchment. their palms never part. 　

　　　　　　　　　　i should've loved a thunderbird instead ;

　 　　　　 　 𝑏etter in new york　　 　born of french - russian grace, the girl spun of heirloom silk;　 　the heir, the boy who'd always steal her away to paris, 　 　glowing in her light . 　　

　　　at least when spring comes they roar back again.

　 　　 𝑠ex ,　and the 𝑐ity　 　she wrote of love as theory, he lived life without it.　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　one became a believer .　

　　　　　　　　　i shut my eyes and the world drops dead.

　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　the　 two 𝑐ritics . 　　when the wine tasting room dulled into background, 　 　　the muse with cinnamon on her breath met eyes with 　 　　　　　　 　the man who'd never been fed love before .　　　

　　　　　　　　　　( i think i made you up inside my head )

　 　　 the 𝑣ampire　◝ and the 𝑤itch of none 　her blood was sacred when spilled, and when she begged the skies for an angel, 　something far older came instead, loving her with such terrible grace / 　 　　　　 bound for lifetimes to follow. 　

　　　　　always , across it all , something lingers.

a cat named caesar. no matter the language, species, or historical plausibility.

three types of domestic stillness . . . doing the dishes together, reading in the same room, her sitting between his legs facing away from him.　

their shared toothbrush lives in a cup , he never uses his own.

a scene where she falls asleep first. a scene where she's fake asleep. a scene where he picks her up, arms under knees, without a word.

　　　　　　　the 𝒔eat of 𝒆motion x the 𝒘hole of 𝒃eing

a yellow fruit that's only in her dreams. he always knows where to find it.　　

a room they will never return to. a receipt folded into her diary. a bruise she forgets the origin of.

some version of : she's brushing her teeth, and so he's knocking on the door as if it's urgent, but it's only because he misses her voice.　

　　　　　　　　 but . . .

　did we meet in spring or fall?

　were you taller when we were kids?

　was it vienna or venice?

　did we say ❝ i love you ❞ before or after we kissed?

　you said you hated my perfume. but you kept my scarf.

　we've broken up three times. or maybe two.

　there was a ring in that drawer, wasn't there?

　do you remember the dream or just the waking?

　were we seventeen or forever?

　　　　　 　　　    . 　　 ˚　　　 ༘ 　　 · 　　　 ˚

　　or , just check out – mbti , table manners , height difference , critic dr , tropes , moodboard

　 　　　 　　　 　　　 　　　 　　┊     

18th century dr , ever after high dr , barbieland dr , fairytale detective dr , private investigator dr , 60s fame dr , author dr , marvel dr , sleeping beauty dr , fairy godmother in training dr , monster high dr , mermaid dr , south park dr , twilight volturi dr , greek mythology boarding school dr , percy jackson dr , home alone dr , greek mythology dr , twin peaks dr , philosopher dr , russian chess player during the cold war dr , anna karenina dr , architect dr , youtuber dr , anthony bourdain dr , wes anderson-like boarding school in the swiss alps dr , wreck it ralph dr , despicable me dr , miraculous ladybug dr 　　also seen in –

thank you to my lovely @girlberrie for supplying the most wonderful gifs a person can lay eyes upon. thank you to the saint patronage consisting @velvetbeeez , @cultofcola , @withluvvenus , @bruisedswan , and @lyraxnova for listening to my coryo-shaped endless blabberings. and @luvcrxft for officiating our wedding , even if in spirit. and, least but not last, to everyone who has made me giggle without end about your own thoughts and feelings when shared about coryo.

as venus & jordan b. peterson both themselves coined : emma you give pink while coryo gives off twink

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remus lupin &&&&&im not even joking

haii... moots and followers.. question.. research for a dr if you will..

who is the male version of me?? if I was a man, what are the vibes I'd give?

because I literally can't picture it idk why

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your apology post is beautifully written, and im sure it's well appreciated, but i guess i have a counter-argument of sorts? because while yes, there are probably people you owe an apology to, i think the biggest apology owed is the one to you. you, a seventeen year old girl, who was kicked out of her own safe space due to other people. people who stalked and hated and hurt you. which isn't fair, it will never be fair, and that should be acknowledged. i know receiving this wasn't the point of your apology, but i feel like it should be said regardless, even if it is a hot take. even if it's just for you, and you don't answer it. the biggest apology should be to you, emma. because no matter what, you're still basically just a kid. that sounds patronizing but i don't mean it like that. technically, legally, you're a teenager. a child. a child who didn't deserve to be hurt in any kind of way, especially not on a blog she considered her safe space. so, tldr; from shiftblr to you, emma, we're sorry.

i don't want to fold myself into the centre of something that was never just about me. this isn't about protecting my space anymore, but protecting everyone's. if i know how it feels to be hurt here, then i also know how important it is not to pass that feeling forward. and if i've failed at that before, i want to make sure i don't fail again.

i know your message came from love, and i'm endlessly grateful, but whatever grace the community wants to offer me, i'd rather it be extended outward, to the people who were confused, or scared, or caught in the crossfire, people deserve space to come back from things, not just me.

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are batman and catwoman (or Selina and Bruce - you choose) coremma particles??

i was thinking of putting harley and batman in the coremmaverse post actually . . . . . . . 🙂‍↔️

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medieval v shaped polycule here i come

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if you've been hurt by me, whether through something i said, something i reblogged, or just the energy with which i moved online, i am so, so sorry.

i'm sorry in the plainest way a person can be. it doesn't matter what i meant, if it reached you as harm, it was harm. and i accept that.

i've made mistakes, and i take full responsibility for them, whether i knew the full impact at the time or not. i've learned a lot through the fallout, and i'm committed to doing better. but if i hurt people, i hurt people. i did that. i am fully responsible for letting things escalate, both on my page and beyond it, and i regret that deeply. i engaged too sharply, sometimes too publicly, sometimes without remembering that the person on the other end is a person.

i've tried to make amends where i could, but i know it may not be enough to undo the harm i've caused, whether intentionally or not. i regret that i didn't do more, sooner. if i could've found liz's socials again, i would've reached out in two seconds flat. and i still would.

and it doesn't make it okay. none of this post is here to make anything okay. it's just, i felt like it was important for me to say it clearly, not through silence or side-notes, but directly.

i also want to say this. i understand the serious impact of my words and actions, and if they have ever come across as racist, or even ableist to some, i am deeply sorry. i know how easily things can get tangled, that being through intentions, tone, impact.

furthermore, i've never stalked anyone. not anonymously, not through alt accounts, not at all. it's not something i've done, and not something i ever would do. i know what it's like to feel watched, and i would never wish that feeling on anyone.

if anyone who follows me took things too far, i still take responsibility for the tone i might've set or the influence i had. even if i didn't direct it, i understand that my words carried weight, and i take responsibility for that.

i know there are people who read everything i post, and people who quote me, screenshot me, listen to me.

i don't take this lightly.

i know what it's like to feel like someone's blog is a room you go to when everything else is too loud, and if mine ever stopped feeling like that, i am sorry. i care about the people who come here, even the ones who barely speak. and i don't want to be part of a corner of the internet where loyalty turns into dogpiling, or where disagreement means exile.

i love this community. i really love the people here, the ones who shift, who try, who stumble, who get back up, who write, who document. and that love hasn't changed, even when i have with my own shifting experiences.

even when things got messy, even when i wasn't kind, that love didn't disappear. might've gotten buried under frustration or pride or noise, but it was never fake, and i'm sorry i let it get buried at all.

i've always been the kind of person who wants to fix things immediately, who wants to talk it out, who wants to make things good again even if it takes seven tries.

and if it ever slipped out of sight, then that's on me.

if i've hurt anyone, i believe you. if anyone felt pushed, or dismissed, or mocked, then i believe that too. even if that was never my intention, it landed. and i can live with being wrong.

if you still dislike me after this, that's okay. i've never been above criticism, and i'm not now.

but i hope it's clear that i am not trying to win an argument, i just wanted to say this, in case it helps even one person feel a little less hurt, even the ones who can't stand me, because that's the whole point, right? we grow with each other. even when it's uncomfortable, and even when we get it wrong.

thank you for reading this, and thank you for holding me to a higher standard than i once held myself. i needed that, and i still do.

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girl WHERE is ur coremmaverse masterpostttt???

link it for me plss

never mess with my ability to make a lovers' psalm about coryo never !

linknlinlinklink

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that comparison is absolutely everything to me and my soul uhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

　　like no other, you can't be replaced ／ 　　　　༢　　 there's nothing like 𝒍apis 𝒍azuli　

coremma : the name 𝐜oremma is a neologism and a compound formation. it blends the root latin word  ❝ 𝐜or . . . ❞ ( or in this case, core ) with the proper noun ❝ 𝐞mma, ❞ and together, these words form a portmanteau.

　　　cor : from latin cor, cordis . . . heart. note , this is the stem used in cordial, concord, discord, courage. semantic range includes emotional depth, bravery, union, and internal essence, and feeling over reason.　　

　　　em(m)a : a hypocoristic of names like ermengarde, ermen or emmanuelle, but linguistically it's a stable unit . . . bisyllabic, vowel-rich, phonetically soft. semantically associated with universality, "god is with us" and wholeness ( emma in medieval usage, meaning universal ).

　　　　　 　　　    . 　　 ˚　　　 ༘ 　　 · 　　　 ˚

in modern english, core refers to the central, most essential part of something. 　　　core . 　　

　 　　　 　　　 　　cor - em - ma , trisyllable. opens with a hard consonant ( 𝑐 ), softens in the medial vowel zone ( 𝑒 ), and rounds out with doubled nasals ( 𝑚m ) before the final open vowel ( 𝑎 ).

trisyllabic structure has three beats that allow for: a beginning ( launch ) / a middle ( development) / and an end ( resolution ).　　

coremma mimicks the morphology ( study of the internal structure of words ) of: latinised words such as valeria , or classic myth pairings. 　　

　　 　₊　 therefore the two names joined – 𝐜oriolanus & 𝐞mma – look as if they should belong in a dead language. they are perceived through a devotional form.　　

 　coremma can be read through the lens of . . .  　 　 　 the heart of emma　　  　 or : 　a core that belongs only to emma.　　

he provides structure : the cor, the scaffolding, the gravitational mass. she provides motion　: the emma, the emotion, the atmosphere, the ending.

　　　　　　　　　 　 　 𝒉eart x 𝒆ntirety

　　alas , it is her name that is preserved. 　he is the prefix, while she is the body.

　　　　　 　　　 　  ◞　 　 　  .　　 ‧　 　₊　　　 ◜

　　noun ( f . ) 　　　/ kɔˈrɛ.mə /

　i . the indivisible unit formed when two separate intelligences collapse into one being 　ii . the centre of emotional gravity around which a relationship structures itself 　iii . a myth or marriage so singular it requires a new word

　　　　　　　　　　𝒔ee us at . . .

　　　　　　　　　　daisy　　 　 　　 jay gatsby　　 　　　　　　　 catherine　　　.　　　heathcliff　　 　　　　　 　 tyler durden　 　　 　the narrator　　 　　　　　　　　 fleabag　　 　　 　 the priest　　 　 　 　 　 the sea　 　 ་ the cliff　 　 　　　　 　 ophelia　　　　　　 hamlet　　 　　　　　　 misa amane　　　˖ 　　　light yagami　　 　　　　　　　　eurydice　　　　 　 orpheus　 　　　　　　　　　aurora　　　˚ 　　　prince philip 　

　　　　　　　 and of course , coriolanus and emma

　　i recognised you in the colour of things her & lost in translation , eglė, the queen of serpents , the golden ratio , entangled particles: affected across distance without touching , two birds on a telephone wire , the trojan horse: dramatic, destructive, driven by devotion , moon and tide , sun and moon , comets that return once every 76 years, but always to the same path , noah and allie in the notebook , peanut butter and jelly , pen and paper , in the mood for love , echo of a piano key after the finger lifts , the chorus of video games by lana del rey .

　　　　　　coremma : the chronicles under the light 　　the lifetimes one wandered into / lifetimes made real by him

　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　ℎogwarts ꒰  1977 ꒱　 　　　　　　　she wears scarlet, he wears green. ancient bloodlines. 　 　　　　　　　pure as parchment. their palms never part. 　

　　　　　　　　　　i should've loved a thunderbird instead ;

　 　　　　 　 𝑏etter in new york　　 　born of french - russian grace, the girl spun of heirloom silk;　 　the heir, the boy who'd always steal her away to paris, 　 　glowing in her light . 　　

　　　at least when spring comes they roar back again.

　 　　 𝑠ex ,　and the 𝑐ity　 　she wrote of love as theory, he lived life without it.　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　one became a believer .　

　　　　　　　　　i shut my eyes and the world drops dead.

　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　the　 two 𝑐ritics . 　　when the wine tasting room dulled into background, 　 　　the muse with cinnamon on her breath met eyes with 　 　　　　　　 　the man who'd never been fed love before .　　　

　　　　　　　　　　( i think i made you up inside my head )

　 　　 the 𝑣ampire　◝ and the 𝑤itch of none 　her blood was sacred when spilled, and when she begged the skies for an angel, 　something far older came instead, loving her with such terrible grace / 　 　　　　 bound for lifetimes to follow. 　

　　　　　always , across it all , something lingers.

a cat named caesar. no matter the language, species, or historical plausibility.

three types of domestic stillness . . . doing the dishes together, reading in the same room, her sitting between his legs facing away from him.　

their shared toothbrush lives in a cup , he never uses his own.

a scene where she falls asleep first. a scene where she's fake asleep. a scene where he picks her up, arms under knees, without a word.

　　　　　　　the 𝒔eat of 𝒆motion x the 𝒘hole of 𝒃eing

a yellow fruit that's only in her dreams. he always knows where to find it.　　

a room they will never return to. a receipt folded into her diary. a bruise she forgets the origin of.

some version of : she's brushing her teeth, and so he's knocking on the door as if it's urgent, but it's only because he misses her voice.　

　　　　　　　　 but . . .

　did we meet in spring or fall?

　were you taller when we were kids?

　was it vienna or venice?

　did we say ❝ i love you ❞ before or after we kissed?

　you said you hated my perfume. but you kept my scarf.

　we've broken up three times. or maybe two.

　there was a ring in that drawer, wasn't there?

　do you remember the dream or just the waking?

　were we seventeen or forever?

　　　　　 　　　    . 　　 ˚　　　 ༘ 　　 · 　　　 ˚

　　or , just check out – mbti , table manners , height difference , critic dr , tropes , moodboard

　 　　　 　　　 　　　 　　　 　　┊     

18th century dr , ever after high dr , barbieland dr , fairytale detective dr , private investigator dr , 60s fame dr , author dr , marvel dr , sleeping beauty dr , fairy godmother in training dr , monster high dr , mermaid dr , south park dr , twilight volturi dr , greek mythology boarding school dr , percy jackson dr , home alone dr , greek mythology dr , twin peaks dr , philosopher dr , russian chess player during the cold war dr , anna karenina dr , architect dr , youtuber dr , anthony bourdain dr , wes anderson-like boarding school in the swiss alps dr , wreck it ralph dr , despicable me dr , miraculous ladybug dr 　　also seen in –

thank you to my lovely @girlberrie for supplying the most wonderful gifs a person can lay eyes upon. thank you to the saint patronage consisting @velvetbeeez , @cultofcola , @withluvvenus , @bruisedswan , and @lyraxnova for listening to my coryo-shaped endless blabberings. and @luvcrxft for officiating our wedding , even if in spirit. and, least but not last, to everyone who has made me giggle without end about your own thoughts and feelings when shared about coryo.

as venus & jordan b. peterson both themselves coined : emma you give pink while coryo gives off twink

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OH MY BERRY MY SWEETEST BERRY IN THE WORLD

day 1: phantom limbs, 333 event by @bridalribbon .

everything 𝒽ogwarts, everything 𝒷owie 𝓈tark.

what do i miss…

i miss the thrum of magic. i miss the tangible warmth of it resting in my bones, i miss its reassurement and its softness. i miss the way it focuses when i grip my wand, the way it sharpens when i cast a spell, the way it feels like sunlight ripping through my veins when i do it. i miss the way i can feel magic around potions or cursed objects, i miss the way it weighs and actually feels like it takes up space in the world—i like the reminder that it is, in some twisted way, matter, made up of particles like i am. i miss the way it feels like companionship with the way it always rests beneath my skin.

i miss the art of making potions. cutting ingredients and readying my cauldron and reading instructions carefully once, twice, thrice under my breath before proceeding (because i am nothing but a perfectionist). i miss the calming boredom of stirring, waiting, adding another ingredient, checking the temperature, more stirring, rinse, repeat. i miss the satisfaction of making yet another perfect potion. i miss the look in snape’s eyes when i make yet another perfect potion with yet another unconventional method that he doesn’t approve of.

i miss the old floorboards of gryffindor tower, kept from falling apart by a single thread of ancient magic, and the way it creaks and gives away every intruder and every rebellious student. i miss learning which floorboards don’t creak and tip-toeing on them on sleepless nights when i simply want to sit in front of the eternal fire of the tower with harry under his cloak. i miss the smell of burnt logs and the weight of homely magic and the feeling of worn velvet armchairs from forever ago. i miss the stubborn glow of the common room, how there are always a few candles not blown out—waiting to welcome another rule-breaking student in their escapade from their dorm.

i miss the streaks of sunshine that pour through the glasses of the greenhouses that refracts into rainbows scattered haphazardly over the cobblestone flooring. i miss how i walk carefully around them, avoiding the splashes of color like stepping on them would disturb something delicate in the cosmic balance. i miss how the greenhouses are thick with humidity and life, with plants that bite or scream, with plants that curl around my wrist lovingly or threateningly whenever i step too close. i miss the sounds of rustling leaves and the way some petals opened shyly like they want to greet me.

i miss the great hall, the candles that float eternally, the ceiling that is an illusion, the way the tables are always set, the way everyone’s shoulders brush when its breakfast, the way only half the school is present when its my lunch time. i miss dinnertime conversations, the gossip, the jokes—the way voices all melt into each other and become comforting white noise, the way food endlessly and generously always appears in front of me, and the feeling of sharing meals with my closest friends every single day. i miss the treacle tarts that harry loves so much, i miss knocking elbows with hermione who always sits to my left, and i miss neville who sits on my right—who’s laughter always rings true when i make a good joke.

i miss the quieter hours too, the memory of silent library afternoons spent studying, the scratch of quills against parchment and the occasional rustle of pages. i even miss the sharp stare of madame pince. i miss the scent of dust, aged paper bound onto leather, ink. i miss study groups with hermione and the people she somehow always ropes into them. i miss sneaking into the restricted section with harry. i miss making paper planes and subtly flying them onto draco malfoy who is studying at a desk nearby with ron.

i miss the moving staircases that always make me curse when they move whilst i’m on them. i miss the corridors rearranging themselves just after i think to myself that i’ve memorized them, the way the ancient castle gently mocks its young students, the way it always guides me to unexpected encounters. i miss the ghosts wandering and drifting in and out of walls, i miss being invited their parties.

i miss the tapestry of sounds that fill hogwarts, voices of students passing near me, their footsteps echoing because of the castle’s architecture, the distant laughter of first years, the gentle rustling of robes brushing past each other, and the music of certain paintings that fill the corridors with ambient noise.

i miss winter mornings at hogwarts, the way snow rests on the castle grounds like powdered sugar—pristine and pearly white under the grey sky. i miss the crunch of fresh snow under my foot, and the way my breath is visible in the freezing cold, and the way everyone wears scarves tightly and gloves tucked into coats. i miss the feeling of my nose going red. i miss sitting near the gryffindor common room fireplace to fight away the cold and the way the windows freeze over. i miss snowball fights that end with more bruises than victories and even more laughter and grins like the cheshire cat. i miss the sweetness of hot chocolate drunk hastily between classes.

i miss evenings alone by the great lake, saying hello to the giant squid, or to the mermaids, and tossing stones onto the lake's surface and counting the ripples. i miss the solitude, and the way the sun refracts in the clear water.

i miss harry and hermione and ron. i miss harry’s cutting commentary of the newest dumb thing someone we mutually dislike has done. i miss hermione’s exasperated sighs and concerned looks and the way she works and the way she forces me to work. i miss ron’s comforting hand on my shoulder and his jokes. i miss pinching harry’s cheeks randomly until he yells at me to stop, i miss how hermione can conjure quiet corners in noisy halls, i miss how ron holds silence as a precious gift he gives exactly when it is needed.

and i miss tom. i miss the ache of his presence and his smell and the way he looks at everything. i miss quick glances exchanged across the great hall, and our silent conversations. i miss the cadence of his voice, its inherent smoothness and the way it is cold with everyone but me. i miss his rare touches on my wrists, to stop me from leaving a stolen moment, or on my neck, when i need to be calmed down.

idk man i miss everything.

[emmanation]

　　like no other, you can't be replaced ／ 　　　　༢　　 there's nothing like 𝒍apis 𝒍azuli　

coremma : the name 𝐜oremma is a neologism and a compound formation. it blends the root latin word  ❝ 𝐜or . . . ❞ ( or in this case, core ) with the proper noun ❝ 𝐞mma, ❞ and together, these words form a portmanteau.

　　　cor : from latin cor, cordis . . . heart. note , this is the stem used in cordial, concord, discord, courage. semantic range includes emotional depth, bravery, union, and internal essence, and feeling over reason.　　

　　　em(m)a : a hypocoristic of names like ermengarde, ermen or emmanuelle, but linguistically it's a stable unit . . . bisyllabic, vowel-rich, phonetically soft. semantically associated with universality, "god is with us" and wholeness ( emma in medieval usage, meaning universal ).

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in modern english, core refers to the central, most essential part of something. 　　　core . 　　

　 　　　 　　　 　　cor - em - ma , trisyllable. opens with a hard consonant ( 𝑐 ), softens in the medial vowel zone ( 𝑒 ), and rounds out with doubled nasals ( 𝑚m ) before the final open vowel ( 𝑎 ).

trisyllabic structure has three beats that allow for: a beginning ( launch ) / a middle ( development) / and an end ( resolution ).　　

coremma mimicks the morphology ( study of the internal structure of words ) of: latinised words such as valeria , or classic myth pairings. 　　

　　 　₊　 therefore the two names joined – 𝐜oriolanus & 𝐞mma – look as if they should belong in a dead language. they are perceived through a devotional form.　　

 　coremma can be read through the lens of . . .  　 　 　 the heart of emma　　  　 or : 　a core that belongs only to emma.　　

he provides structure : the cor, the scaffolding, the gravitational mass. she provides motion　: the emma, the emotion, the atmosphere, the ending.

　　　　　　　　　 　 　 𝒉eart x 𝒆ntirety

　　alas , it is her name that is preserved. 　he is the prefix, while she is the body.

　　　　　 　　　 　  ◞　 　 　  .　　 ‧　 　₊　　　 ◜

　　noun ( f . ) 　　　/ kɔˈrɛ.mə /

　i . the indivisible unit formed when two separate intelligences collapse into one being 　ii . the centre of emotional gravity around which a relationship structures itself 　iii . a myth or marriage so singular it requires a new word

　　　　　　　　　　𝒔ee us at . . .

　　　　　　　　　　daisy　　 　 　　 jay gatsby　　 　　　　　　　 catherine　　　.　　　heathcliff　　 　　　　　 　 tyler durden　 　　 　the narrator　　 　　　　　　　　 fleabag　　 　　 　 the priest　　 　 　 　 　 the sea　 　 ་ the cliff　 　 　　　　 　 ophelia　　　　　　 hamlet　　 　　　　　　 misa amane　　　˖ 　　　light yagami　　 　　　　　　　　eurydice　　　　 　 orpheus　 　　　　　　　　　aurora　　　˚ 　　　prince philip 　

　　　　　　　 and of course , coriolanus and emma

　　i recognised you in the colour of things her & lost in translation , eglė, the queen of serpents , the golden ratio , entangled particles: affected across distance without touching , two birds on a telephone wire , the trojan horse: dramatic, destructive, driven by devotion , moon and tide , sun and moon , comets that return once every 76 years, but always to the same path , noah and allie in the notebook , peanut butter and jelly , pen and paper , in the mood for love , echo of a piano key after the finger lifts , the chorus of video games by lana del rey .

　　　　　　coremma : the chronicles under the light 　　the lifetimes one wandered into / lifetimes made real by him

　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　ℎogwarts ꒰  1977 ꒱　 　　　　　　　she wears scarlet, he wears green. ancient bloodlines. 　 　　　　　　　pure as parchment. their palms never part. 　

　　　　　　　　　　i should've loved a thunderbird instead ;

　 　　　　 　 𝑏etter in new york　　 　born of french - russian grace, the girl spun of heirloom silk;　 　the heir, the boy who'd always steal her away to paris, 　 　glowing in her light . 　　

　　　at least when spring comes they roar back again.

　 　　 𝑠ex ,　and the 𝑐ity　 　she wrote of love as theory, he lived life without it.　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　one became a believer .　

　　　　　　　　　i shut my eyes and the world drops dead.

　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　the　 two 𝑐ritics . 　　when the wine tasting room dulled into background, 　 　　the muse with cinnamon on her breath met eyes with 　 　　　　　　 　the man who'd never been fed love before .　　　

　　　　　　　　　　( i think i made you up inside my head )

　 　　 the 𝑣ampire　◝ and the 𝑤itch of none 　her blood was sacred when spilled, and when she begged the skies for an angel, 　something far older came instead, loving her with such terrible grace / 　 　　　　 bound for lifetimes to follow. 　

　　　　　always , across it all , something lingers.

a cat named caesar. no matter the language, species, or historical plausibility.

three types of domestic stillness . . . doing the dishes together, reading in the same room, her sitting between his legs facing away from him.　

their shared toothbrush lives in a cup , he never uses his own.

a scene where she falls asleep first. a scene where she's fake asleep. a scene where he picks her up, arms under knees, without a word.

　　　　　　　the 𝒔eat of 𝒆motion x the 𝒘hole of 𝒃eing

a yellow fruit that's only in her dreams. he always knows where to find it.　　

a room they will never return to. a receipt folded into her diary. a bruise she forgets the origin of.

some version of : she's brushing her teeth, and so he's knocking on the door as if it's urgent, but it's only because he misses her voice.　

　　　　　　　　 but . . .

　did we meet in spring or fall?

　were you taller when we were kids?

　was it vienna or venice?

　did we say ❝ i love you ❞ before or after we kissed?

　you said you hated my perfume. but you kept my scarf.

　we've broken up three times. or maybe two.

　there was a ring in that drawer, wasn't there?

　do you remember the dream or just the waking?

　were we seventeen or forever?

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thank you to my lovely @girlberrie for supplying the most wonderful gifs a person can lay eyes upon. thank you to the saint patronage consisting @velvetbeeez , @cultofcola , @withluvvenus , @bruisedswan , and @lyraxnova for listening to my coryo-shaped endless blabberings. and @luvcrxft for officiating our wedding , even if in spirit. and, last but not least, to everyone who has made me giggle without end about your own thoughts and feelings when shared about coryo.

as venus & jordan b. peterson both themselves coined : emma you give pink while coryo gives off twink

[emmanation]

Ahhh, the shot of this random guy helping Superman stand up warms my heart.

One thing many modern superhero films miss out on, I feel is the Superhero's relationship to the random people they save. Many MCU films have escalated to the point of numbers so high its unthinkable- and they've lost that personal touch. Moments like this are a visual metaphor for what makes the hero keep fighting, keep going, keep standing up. There's a reason this scene from Spiderman II is one of my favorites ever.

[emmanation]

ive think ive sent this ask before but im not sure into which account.

anyway.

do you think the act of missing one's dr/dr friends clashes with the fact that one already is in their dr?

i often catch myself wishing to be there, to hug some people, to actually talk to them and then i think - but im already there, im already with them. so i shouldn't miss them.

and yet i do, and yet the gnawing feeling doesn't go away.

do we just fight it off with assuming? or maybe those feelings need to be poured into something?

missing them isn't the problem but believing the missing means they're absent might be

your feelings aren't in conflict with the assumption but your interpretation is

you can miss someone while being with them, because the mind has habits

assume that this feeling confirms they're with you