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        -- introversiion.

SHE CONVICTS HIM BEFORE HE CAN DEFEND HIS WORTH, unholy burdens etched into his back by sacramental prophecy alone (sacrificial blood will pour through you before you know it, hollow child, the dead only weep within you, and within them: your personal purgatory), because not even the quiet can escape GOD’S GRACIOUS WILL, his seven plagues of chasm and death (she has felt three of them, you see). they howl wretched gospel and you cremate the body with a shallow stare that that haunted earthen death -- you bring him your pails of bones, he brings you the company of silence.

                                                                “ -- It’s not safe here. ”

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      -- bossard.

BREATH STITCHED FROM WINTER HYMNALS, soldier lungs brewed in heimal heart; she weighs the bleeding world in her palm, in the deliverance of the broken messiah (he, her brother who bears the weight of the world like atlas to his skies, to the cherished heavens and APOCALYPTIC OLYMPUS), because not even his closest acquaintances could make a home out of him -- he was hers to swallow whole, to ensure that his recovery was swift.

                                                         “ -- Is he sleeping ? ”

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hin ur mik is A1

*lividly. adry, your hope is b2 (what does this mean i’m so lost).

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*lividly. starter call.

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rosa-librate:

April Arrives

Slowly I Realize

I’m waking Up

Spring is About to Blossom

Birds Sing Their Song

About The birds And the Bees

We’re not April Fools

We are Flourishing

Once again

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Rosas wandering thoughts {2015~91}

BIRDS & BEES

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SMEXYBEE.

unbeelieveable. im not pollen for this

               hawkward. :/

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SMEXYBEE.

just buzzin around

       don’t be robin my lines

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buzz off

        you’re the worst bee i’ve feather seen.

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SMEXYBEE.

ey girl

               what are you doing in this nest of the woods, boy

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"I'm afraid I don't understand the term.. 'smexy'."

             “ — ? ”

THE BURDEN OF FRUIT, the taste of simple existence that weighs her down as she ponders his thought, a question that wraps around her decay, her avian ribs and hollow head, metamorphosing into UNIVERSAL REVELATION, a horror that she herself had not begun to explain; a thought inhumane that sits upon the roof of her beak — but oh, you poor animal, you cannot even speak.

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follow the bees, man.

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sup mik

                    “ -- ?”

SILENCE CONFORMS TO SILENCE, an apocalyptic wave of quiet (the muted earth churns beneath their feet, waiting for a chance to scream, to howl and to lord over the corpses of tomorrow) -- he asks for her, a friend, but he receives the girl who holds a knife in her heart, and she answers with a solemn glance.

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COURAGEHEART, O’ GIRL MADE OF WOLVES.

┊  ╳    thє sєcσnd gírl

                                                                   ❝   tch .   ❞

                  && THE ANGRY  hiss was the only noise that she  allowed  her lips to make .                   ‘ i am strong . stronger then anyone . ‘   was something that she would tell                   herself various times . BUT THAT’S ALL SHE WAS . she believed that she                   was nothing else then that  &&  believed that’s what the others thought as well.

SHE SWALLOWS THE SILENCE LIKE SHE WOULD THE WORLD, divine and holy artemis in her decaying lungs (roses bloom only to rot, tucked between her soldier’s ribs is a garden of death), eyes hollow and grim with the stain of ocean death -- the earth cremates itself in a sacred purge trying to bruise your soul, dear child.

                                                           “ -- We should move. ”

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i’ll try to keep this short;; thank you all SO SO MUCH for the support - we’ve been here such a short time and look how far we’ve gotten. esper is not the easiest muse, and i thank you for your interest + patience with both muse and mun. honestly, there are friends i’ve made within the els community/rp community that have made my life so much more amazing and i can’t thank everyone enough. below are some special mentions + blogs i highly recommend. honestly, all rp’ers i follow/follow me are gems. bless all of you tbh. let’s get into it now though.

❤  the els crew ❤

psiiker / aedificetur mochigoma thatcorpsegirl mastermxnd / tashiyon disputationii / timetracertrash diaboliicus pizza-seeker reverate midotsuji

❤  the stars of my dash-sky + admirations ❤

evaesque hiinami falsequerade veltedis svikinnar constantquibbling slytherrus glowstoneguardian eccentriis wruen xunary starpathed introversiion deadxscream flirtiings flouxish cauterium datavox

and i’m probably forgetting a lot of people but once again thank you SO SO much for your support. it honestly means more then i can say in words, so just know you have my heart.♥

-eva mun

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ME AND THE CREW and then some trash can who didnt straighten her hair

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COURAGEHEART, O’ GIRL MADE OF WOLVES.

┊  ╳    thє sєcσnd gírl

                               ❝   accepting  the past may work for others —-  ❞

                    BUT NOT FOR HER .  there was   always    a fight going inside her .                     she was  always  fighting against herself .  &&  there was no one                      who could help .   NO   ONE   WHO   COULD   SAVE   HER .

                                          ❝  too bad i am  (  not  )  like the others . ❞

             “ ... We find strength in different means and motivations, or we become strong. ”

SHE ANSWERS IN TUNE WITH HER EXCLUSIVE WARDRUM, the constant beat that thrums behind her cracking ribs (’cages could only carry only so much weight, her PERSONAL ATLAS, but the question remained: was it holding back something, or was it keeping something safe?’), and she breathes -- she breathes for acceptance because the girl before her could not.

                               “ -- And even then, there are different kinds of strength. ”

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i found a strange fruit and jean told me it was safe but it's spiky and i dont trust it.

                                                   “ … Durian, from Wall Sina. ”

HER STARE COMPLIMENTS DEATH, eyes hollow and breached with tender winters as she looks at him, through him, through his decaying body and vibrant blood, and every little SECRET he wants to keep hidden from the world (for she was here to protect him, but she would not cradle his self demise); and in such, she gives him a limited answer, her silence coating the air once more.