‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I could write about the perfume of lime and mango trees in the backyard, our little boat piercing the bay waters on Saturdays with the peace of belonging somewhere, even if it never lasted. I could. But the past is a haunting and the best you can hope from a ghost is a sorrow that won't kill you.
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ipseities ipseities Mar 09, 2026 11:44AM 
my two bridgerton fics are back, give it a try!!https://www.wattpad.com/story/401999919
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The Art of Being Uninvited ✷ B. Bridgerton by ipseities
The Art of Being Uninvited ✷ B. Br...
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ There is a kind of beauty in imperfection ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ── in being unapologetically onese...
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To Dine With Lions ✷ A. Bridgerton by ipseities
To Dine With Lions ✷ A. Bridgerton
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You must understand: I am not one of those ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ who can be touched by ordinary‎ th...
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The Charnel House ✷ D. Wayne by ipseities
The Charnel House ✷ D. Wayne
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He wants to be tender and merciful. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎That sounds overly valorous. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎S...
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