#wording

[lizaalzhy]

ㅤ──────ㅤ𝒞͟𝘩͟𝘢͟𝘵͟𝘰͟𝘺͟𝘢͟𝘯͟𝘵ㅤ──────

ㅤ ⏝⊹⏝ㅤ ┊ 輝く ┊ㅤ ⏝⊹⏝

ㅤㅤㅤ╎ㅤㅤㅤ✧ㅤㅤㅤ✧ㅤㅤㅤ╎

ㅤ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ⚹

ㅤ ⏜⏜⏜ㅤㅤ᥍𝖾ɑ 𝖿𝗈ɑ𝗆 𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍

ㅤ│𓂂 ׂ𓆟۪ׄ 𓆞 ۫ │ㅤㅤ໒ㅤ𝖻͟𝖾͟𝗐͟𝗂͟𝗍͟𝖼͟𝗁͟ɘ͟𝗌

ㅤ ⏝⏝⏝ㅤㅤㅤ𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾α͟𝗋͟𝗍ㅤ꒱

ㅤ𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗 🐬 𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗

ㅤㅤ𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌͟ɑ͟𝗅͟𝗍 ⟡ㅤㅤ╭┈┈ ♡ ┈┈╮

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰ ⋆ ࣪ . 🪼 ˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

ㅤꪆㅤ𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗅͟𝗂𝖿͟𝖾ㅤ⦂ㅤ ︶︶ ︶︶

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⬥ㅤㅤㅤ𓏲Ⳋㅤㅤㅤ⬥

ㅤ深ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎ɘ 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝒯͟𝘺͟𝘯͟𝘥͟𝘢͟𝘭𝘭 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,

ㅤ海ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐͟ɑ͟𝗏͟𝖾͟𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇ϑ.

ㅤ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ⚹

ㅤ꒰ㅤ🦪ㅤ꒱ㅤㅤ貝ㅤ𔘓ㅤ殻ㅤㅤ ꒰ㅤ🐚ㅤ꒱

ㅤㅤ︶︶ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︶︶

ㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ┊

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@lovaelsie_ on Instagram.

[octoberloved]

[charmiely]

<PRONS> 🕰 𝐗𝐕𝐈 : A wordsmith crafting intricate verses, bringing emotions and images to life with poetic mastery. (1998.. 🖋️)

𓇣 𝅄  glamour  {  ⠸"Like a living poem, this woman carries herself with a lyrical grace, weaving elegance into the very fabric of her being." ਏਓ

ೀ💐 .. ╱CYBER – Like a rare flower in bloom, this young woman embodies beauty with a delicate and enchanting grace. 𖧷

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒. “ ⸙‌ .. Aged manuscripts preserving the nuances of history, softly whispering their stories to those who turn their delicate pages. 📜 ⟆  ۫  ⊹

@charmiely

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[wilovellydakoora]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe perfume of cake garnish near champagne

ㅤㅤㅤcarry crusty the nitty – gritty, very sweet like

ㅤㅤㅤㅤpink cotton candy. Sapping a light bumper

ㅤㅤㅤㅤmatching a rose, doojee are monopolize at

ㅤㅤㅤㅤbittersweet peach biside a little brush of a

ㅤㅤㅤㅤbandanna secure an beautiful tanger beyond.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤVol. 1ㅤㅤ𖨦𖨦⠀⠀▍❚⠀⠀— Written by, Wilovelly.

[dst4ry]

The Beautiful and The Damned

Elegance, for me, is the manifestation of sophistication and tranquility of the soul, knowing how to beautify your life inside and out—to emanate grace, love, compassion, and wisdom that will touch those that surround you.

— Frances Q. (Musing Diary of a Delicate Petal)

[ssssra]

𖥻 ִ🥛🐶 ۫  ּ  Maintenance is a little fussy, warm nights with a little milk still hot on the table. The pages of the book have been bored turning, the food that goes into the mouth with a heavenly taste devours everything. Cute and slightly spoiled face, my cheeks are getting bigger with this. Hair tidied, the body was ready to rest. Remembering that the warm drink had an effect on a weak body, eyes were closed with the help of the night breeze.

[blueofthesea]

walking past a memory and obstacle that once existed, everything just passed by, it didn't even feel like we were already at the end of the year. everyone thought happiness came to happen to the lady every time she saw the lady laughing freely in front of people. the internet, social media and fakes are exposed from that beautiful smile. Does everyone think she's two-faced? Does everyone think she is a cool person full of happiness?

everyone closes their eyes and covers their mouths. most people are deaf and blind and don't know what's going on. I don't know, what were they thinking? Are they trying not to care, or do they not know what's going on?

I walk in the memories and darkness that I've been through with you. I remember very well, this place is not a place full of darkness and bushes cover the existing thoughts. does darkness force me to forget you?

how could that be?

[sunniehonniey]

ㅤㅤ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

ㅤ𔘓 ˖ ࣪ Yeri is the most beautiful woman, but be careful! She's very dangerous because she's a hit man who can kill you at any moment in silence and without proof. Using a legacy sword and spider venom, the prey could momentarily lose its life. She's a nightmare for her prey and she's Kim Yeri, the beautiful hit man.

ㅤ     ✦・・ ────────── ・・ ✦

[thepersonalquotes]

Actions can easily reveal the truth about the person, but also remember not to ignore the words.

Mwanandeke Kindembo

[dolettes-blog]

🫧🧺🧴𝅄 ៶៲៸ my day is colored because of the fragrant flowers ✿ 3> 💭 that always stay in front of my door ^__^ i wake-up in the morning ~ where my neighbors are still asleep zZZ. rushed to get ready to apply perfume all over the body spots ₊*‌ 𝅄 ֺ full o! joy because today i will pick up my flowers that i ordered at the store .. 🌺 ׄ ໒꒱‧˚ . ♡ ˚ ₊.. the floral fragrance is the same as my perfume, fresh and healthy!

[lizaalzhy]

͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏

ㅤ ۪ㅤ ꒰͡ ི𓍋ྀ ͡꒱ㅤ ۫ㅤ 𝒫 𝑎 𝑝 𝑖 𝑙 𝑙 𝑜 𝑛 𓂂ㅤ ⊹ㅤ ੭

ㅤ ──ㅤ𝙤ú 𝑙𝑒 𝑣ə𝑛𝑡 𝙫𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑚é𝑛𝑒-𝑡-𝒊𝒍 ?ㅤ┊ 🎐

ㅤ 𝑝𝑒𝑢𝑥-𝑡𝑢 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟 ㅤ⟡͟ ⊱ㅤ 𝑎𝑣ə𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑠 ㅤ۫ ㅤ ◌

ㅤㇴ ۫ㅤ☁️ 𓈒 𝒂𝑖𝑙ə𝑠 𝒇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 ?۫ㅤ𓆇 ᡴꫂㅤ۪ ──

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@lovaelsie_ on instagram

[octoberloved]

[charmiely]

🖋️ ༅.. The brown-haired poetess pens verses with soulful grace. ❥ ⁺ ִ

..🔖 𐙚! Delectable autumn cinnamon toast warms hearts with cozy flavors. 🍁੭୧ ׄ ⸼

𐙚 ֺ  ִStrolling beneath blossoming cherry trees, a breathtaking sight.𖣂

📹.. ⓘ Preserve every cherished moment with you in snapshots captured. ♥️𓂅

𓇣 ׄ ִ 🧣Cozying up with knitting, tea, cinnamon toast, at @channel 🫖🪡

@charmiely

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[thejourneyblog]

Humanity as in Riddled

Riddled as in Rotting

Rotting from being

left out too long

Left out of laws and regulations

Left out of Facts

Left out of leaders hands

Left out of “hard choices”

Will humanity be left out

Until there are no humans left

Just bodies and things

Just shadows & screens

Will humanity be left out

Until morals become politics

Until children are bombed

While people discuss

Until it becomes a buzz,

A trend,

A cause,

Extreme

Or maybe just until

A soldier torches himself

So that he could light the way

And stop fighting the way

~R.I.P Aaron Bushnell

[quotelr]

Pure philosophy is not for the impulsive souls. People who are still offended by simple words or a finger pointed at them.

Mwanandeke Kindembo

[sanggatra]

— "Will it be a bad ending for us two, gone astray?"

In the twilight of a dying world, where shadows clung to fractured skies, two souls intertwined in a dance of love and despair. Echoes of melancholy whispered through desolate landscapes as they embarked on a journey, hand in hand, chasing fleeting moments of solace.

Amidst the ruins, where concrete skeletons stood as silent witnesses, their love unfolded like verses in a forgotten poem. The moon cast its silver glow on the remnants of what once thrived, and their footsteps echoed in the haunting emptiness of an apocalyptic ballet.

Through fields of wilted roses, they ran, hearts pounding to the rhythm of an impending demise. He, a painter of dreams, brushed strokes of hope on the canvas of her weary soul. She, a poetess of the forsaken, wove verses of passion and rebellion against the encroaching darkness.

As the crimson sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that reached for their entwined silhouettes, they found refuge in the embrace of dilapidated cathedrals and forgotten libraries. Love blossomed like ivy reclaiming the walls, defiant against the crumbling reality.

"Far away in the universe, my love, Will you join me, like stars above?"

To a place unseen, where dreams take flight, "With you, my dear, in the eternal night."

In the final crescendo of chaos, as the symphony of destruction played its relentless tune, they faced the inevitable hand in hand. Their eyes, windows to a shared eternity, reflected the kaleidoscope of memories forged in the crucible of chaos.

And so, under the indigo canopy of a fading sky, they surrendered to the inevitable, embracing the cataclysmic finale. In the echo of their last breaths, a poetic silence enveloped them, and their love transcended the boundaries of a world spiraling into oblivion.

"Go to the end with me, my lover"

"Crush me in your arms. Give me a lovelier kiss, lover."

Together, in a final embrace, they whispered vows into the abyss, becoming cosmic dust entwined for all eternity. In the symphony of an apocalyptic swan song, their love story etched itself into the annals of a forgotten universe, a tale of passion that defied the very fabric of extinction.