faefilms

soo it's been over a year...

-jkvmxchi

HI BEAUTIFULLLL

faefilms

@-jkvmxchi BRO THAT SUCKS ☹️ BED ROTTING DAYS WILL RETURN ONCE AGAIN FRFR
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-jkvmxchi

@faefilms I GOT PUT IN SOME CLASS SO WASTING TIME IS OVER :(
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faefilms

@-jkvmxchi OMG LUCKY DUCK IVE STILL GOT A FEW MONTHS LEFT ☹️ UR SO REAL FOR THAT THO IM ALWAYS ROTTING IN MY ROOM LOLOL
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-jkvmxchi

omg im still in ur carrd
          wait am I gigi or angie cuz I remember u used to call me gigi

faefilms

@-jkvmxchi frfr wp was sm more active before i left ☹️
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-jkvmxchi

@faefilms ahh I see and yeah it rlly sucks that everyone's leaving or on hiatus
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adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity