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ME

Wow, it would be great if I knew where /SOMEONE/ put things!

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me, on a Monday at 6:00am

me, on a Tuesday at 1:30pm: its been a rough week

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ive decided that france was a mistake 

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Empowering Aesthetic

I couldn’t leave on a dark mood, so here’s an empowering aesthetic! Enjoy~

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Dark Aesthetic

Sometimes I wonder where my inspiration leads me, lol

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Prompt: A Single Imperfection

He gingerly knelt down over the young girl. Her golden hair surrounded her like a halo, and her eyes were fluttered shut in a serene sleep. Her cheeks still glowed with a radiant warmth, an infectious joy and innocence that had always brought a smile to his face for those few short years of knowing her.

“I had to do this,” he whispered solemnly as a stray tear fell onto the girl’s face  --a single imperfection. His imperfection. The hauntingly naïve smile etched itself in his memory, and he shuddered as he resisted the urge to beg her to wake from such a peaceful dream.

Begging, however, would be futile. He knew she would never wake again. And it was all his fault.

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Prompt: The Twisted Reality

“Didn’t you want this?” His captor grinned, leaning closer. “To feel validated, to know you’re truly too far gone for anyone to save you?”

The protagonist turns away from the malevolent imp, his eyes half-heartedly searching for a way out.

“Yes, but--” his eyes rest on the lifeless body of the friend he had spent his childhood with, the only one who never betrayed him-- “not like this.”

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Prompt: The Tipping Point

I was always warned that once you pushed her too far, she would never come back for you. I never realised how right they were until I had accidentally found myself in the same predicament.

She tells me she’s forgiven me. But I know that she’ll never forget so long as we’re together.

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The Seasons of Misfortunate Encounters Part 3

In June, I tried to repair the damage on both our sides, though the progress was slow, often undone by her new tirades of accusations. On many occasions, I thought that we had reached an understanding. On all occasions, I was wrong.

The heat of July was soon met with heated arguments between the both of us. One infuriated, one afraid. Both too scared to leave.

By August, the sparks began to wilt once more, and the cycle came to its invariable conclusion. The two parted ways once again, but the once unbreakable bond that had held them together dwindled away to nothingness.

I fell.

I reached out a hand in vain.

But, as always, she never came.

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The Seasons of Misfortunate Encounters Part 2

The end of a hot and confusing summer ushered school in to break us apart yet again. That semester I was glued to my phone. She was my lifeline. She was my world. No matter what, I thought to myself, I could always trust her to be there.

Winter, however, told a different tale. I don’t know exactly what led to this evolution, but as the flowers wilted, so did she. Seemed to fall deeper into the dark abyss, trapped in by a blizzard of problems, so I, equipped with little more than a dim flashlight of experience, ran right into the storm after her.

So many winter nights I spent awake worrying if she would make it to the next day. So many nights when I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that she would come out of the storm alright. But the storm froze her heart until little remained. Foolishly, I thought, I could warm it. She

As spring came, the snow thawed, but her heart stayed as rigid as ever. The texts became fewer and far between, and I could tell something troubled her greatly. My own mind, however, melted into a spring puddle of emotions. April brought showers of tears as I became desperate to know just why she was avoiding me, what I had done so wrong. The droplets of text messages turned into a river of worries, a flooding of cries for help. All rushing towards one person.

By May, the dam broke. Every insult she had withheld, every complaint she ever had, she yelled it all. Every insecurity of mine was a target, and she had accumulated an overloaded supply of ammunition to fire.

Egocentric.

Entitled.

Naive.

Blind.

Pathetic.

I was pathetic.

It was all my fault.

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The Seasons of Misfortunate Encounters

The moment she kissed me, I knew she would be a part of me forever. I was so young back then, and it was my first kiss--so tentative, so unsure, yet so sudden. I’d seen it coming all day, yet the moment our lips connected, I was filled with confusion, with hope. Was this what love is?

But, of course, I shied away from the spark, the opportunity. I could have held onto her then and there and never let go again. I think, in a way, I already had, yet my mind was racing through all the possible ways this could end in turmoil. So I declined.

Perhaps that’s what started this series of misfortunate encounters.