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Idareyoutofollowme
Ooo your theme is so cute <3

lcvemae
@Idareyoutofollowme i literally still have my winter theme lol , but tysm !! i adore yours omg
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lcvemae
i keep forgetting this exists

oceanlulls-
maymay omg

oceanlulls-
@lcvemae omg i missed this TuT that’s great to hear!! i’m tired but alright tyy <3 that’s okayyy ilywm <3
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023 ] blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs, a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones; years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. #adropofhumanity

mayaslvr
hey i miss u sm