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Oh my god.. I can't blame HC

i hired this deity to stare at you

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Name:SMILE

Mangaka: Penguin Frontier

So I read this manga( or idk what to call it..) recently while just randomly scrolling through the website...

The art, the story, the whole atmosphere was so realistic, touching and heart wrenching... I was literally sitting blank for a good ten to fifteen minutes after I completed reading it -- just absorbing everything that I had just read. There was a very weird hollowness I felt.. With a strange uncertainty tinging it..

It felt like I was feeling their emotions.

An absolute masterpiece, highly recommended.

It says how most of the world still sees those in same-sex relationships and how different people cope with it in different ways... Extremely realistic and I'm genuinely thankful to my random scrolling habits for making me come across this piece.. I didn't even know that I had been crying - it just felt so real.....

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*not my work*

This is so amazing...

I always wanted them together.. But fare had different plans..

But as they say, "Maybe in another universe"....

Let's not lose hope

double sided standee design i spent forever on. im unwell

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When it's Love

It's not love when they text you " I miss you. "

It's when you're not around

And yet they feel your presence beside them;

It's when you're not around

And they still imagine you by there side,

In the same place, breaths caressing eachother's skin, the shared goosebumps you feel.

It's when they think how it would have been

If it were you, their love,

How would you have felt in those

Late ,nightly walks in the park,

Or maybe waiting in the queue of Starbucks,

A scarf around your neck, the sunrays kissing your auburn hair,

those bottomless blue eyes gleaming with the exotic wine called " life ".

Or maybe in the dull, dim cinema hall,

Emptied of it's visitors due to lack of high-end facilities,

You sitting at the edge of it's roof, leaning against the damp, mossed brick wall where only one misfit flower grows--" Pondering".

It is when they think of you while going through their everyday's mundane life, in the most insignificant hours.

When they think of your smile or maybe how

Untamed and wild your hair becomes when blown by the wind;and then smile to themselves before falling asleep.

It is when they notice the smallest changes,

Or maybe when they read you

when you want to scream but your voice and mind are being strangled and you fail to find words.

Or maybe when they are just there,

Not to make the world know with their insta posts,

But for you to know that you have a shoulder to lean on.

It's not love when text you "I love you"

But know it's love when they are unconditionally willing to sail through *your* life with you.

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Rich words for early morning enrichment and revitalization..

It’s been months but I’m still thinking about this tweet that said out off every character from Xianle that we meet, Hua Cheng is the most representative of their love for the arts, for riches and beauty.

Like truly he in many ways comes to personify Xianle in a way, both in the high society luxurious culture that Xianle was famous for but also he’s the orphan from the four famous tales making him the representation of Xie Lians care for the common people. Like he is both the lowest of the low and someone who’s kept the Xianle ways alive.

Like all my brain is thinking of is how Xie Lian distanced himself from all that to cultivate, then to become a God, then a poor peasant and how homesick he’s been his whole life.

Only for his husband who was a poor peasant, then a solder, then a king who represents everything Xianle stood for and how their stories are going backwards and forwards and how Xianle is gone but how Hua Cheng embody all of Xianles culture from the poor to the rich and and how he feels like home to Xie Lian now.

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Although it's incomplete,.. I still love it.. It's very close to my heart

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And that's how I remember you.

Your deep voice, cracking out of the unfathomable abyss, amidst a maelstrom of emotions;

Smooth like the stray ray of sun leaking in.

Your smell- so feminine, yet so strangely masculine.

Like a wisp of guiding light, wafting across the wind to fill my senses and intoxicating my being,

Making me hungry for more..

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