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i’m not the type to throw words around or try to be %buddy-buddy% with just anyone, but i figured, why not reach out? hit me up if you’re down 🛗 or just send a carrier pigeon, that works too. XX.
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Had my head up, just tryna make it through the noise. I’m out here lookin’ for anyone, & keep movin’ through the days.
📲WAVE ME DOWN: @DDONGMIN.
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By the time when this stillness has settled to linger, I, devoted these forlorn bones to glance over companion. As the thrill nor bore may encounter as the day shifted, I will stand to remain favorably disposed. The idea of owning realm of cherished memories is considerable broad. If, only if this knitted words could shook your curiosity, I am more than eager to be overtaken to. @SHINWII.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “DESTINY LET ME THROUGH”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFATE BROUGHT ME TO
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(Whispers of the Misty Lake.) The scent of ancient earth rises, mingling with the mist, &’ numinous fragrance that whispers of forgotten dreams beneath the velvet sky.
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ㅤ UNKNØWN FEELING? ㅤ/ㅤ @Jieyon
ㅤ BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE, 21.
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THE CRIMSON CAST EERIE SHADOWS ON THE CRUMBELING, IVY-COVERED WALLS OF THE OLD MANSION.

(..⚰️) SINISTER WHISPERS: Echoes of sorrow echoed through the dark, unrecognized corridors. Velvet shadows draped over the moonlit cemetery, casting an otherworldly stillness. Arches stretched high above, their intricate carvings whispering secrets of a forgotten past. A ragged group huddled together, their whispers like the distant echoes of them. Each scar, each threadbare cloak, told stories of battles fought in the obscurity of night, where only the brave dared tread. The camaraderie they shared was forged in fire and darkness. A bond unbreakable by fear or despair. Together, they embraced the flesh of their pain, becoming something greater, something raw and alive in the heart of the void.

  ㅤ    ㅤ   “As time passes, I will await your
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ㅤㅤ                Jotted down, love.
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i believe in mascara as mood armor and in perfume as a love letter to strangers, highglossfiles: @maijyuu! 🪩🩷

went out for oat milk and returned with three compliments, a minor epiphany, and a new signature walk. sundays aren’t rest days. they’re spotlight auditions in espadrilles. what i want? a co-lead. someone with strong opinions on jam flavors, impeccable tote game, and a flair for noticing when a song in the café feels like it’s underscoring a scene. grab your sunglasses and say your line. we’ve got things to romanticize!
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(Worn Soles On Cold Ground.)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I seek a soul, yet only silence walks.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBeside My Fading Flame. / @Ashirakorns.

Midnight does not ask permission; it devours. Beneath its ink-drenched sky, I roam, lantern in hand, its dying light trembling like hope on the edge of forgetting. Around me, the world holds its breath, yet I press on, a ghost with no name, hunting for warmth in a realm that offers none. Where are they, the ones who once looked back, who promised forever? My footsteps echo like questions with no mouth to answer. If I scream, would silence scream back? Or am I fated to be just another shadow, chasing echoes in a night that never listens?ㅤ
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i'm sitting on my couch, phone resting beside me. it's evening, the lamp spills a tired light, pooling like melted honey on the floor. i keep checking my phone—just like a habit stitched into the quiet. i imagine the little notification popping up, simple and small, but meaning everything.

  there's a line from e.e. cummings: “i carry your
      heart with me (i carry it in my heart)” / 🪷
             ✱ (complete poems, 1994, p. 136).

it feels like that—this quiet pulse tucked beneath ordinary moments. nothing dramatic, just the soft hope pressed gently into the tender seams of the day. i sip my tea, lukewarm now, and the room feels full, even though it's just me. the wait isn't heavy. it's light, like a balloon floating just above my head.

 

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NYC: 1-800-2606 ✷
hunt me. hunt me who desires to make midnight like a brainstorm you never long to awaken from: 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦. it will gone like gelato melting on the pavement, like a ephemeral emblem on sagging skin. i’m seeking for your shape among the chaos here. 🪩

what i want; you, who dares to shrill, “life is too hot to live alone!” and drags me into mob, where our throbs mix with savor-of-midnight. my heart aches for you like the ocean misses the full–moon with destroying waves, with tides that change the shoreline forever. 🍸🩷

mail me at @onesignneverhurt.com! ☻︎
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AS I JOURNEY THROUGH THE INTRICATE TWIST OF LIFE, THE ESSENCE OF THE VOYAGE REVEALS ITSELF– not merely the destination, but the souls encountered, the memories etched in time, and the invaluable lessons learned along the way. In the quiet pauses, curiosity ignites, encouraging me to explore the richness of human connection. Each step forward unveils new paths, where laughter and shared stories blossom into friendships that light the way. With a heart wide open and a spirit eager for discovery, I find my way, embracing the beauty of each moment as it unfolds. @chaehuyun

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THE STEADFASTNESS THAT ENDURES AFTER—THE—WINDS—HAVE—STILLED—MY—SHADOWS: @JIUGAEE.

The winds howled, the skies darkened, the world trembled, but I stood at the eye—serene, anchored, untouched by the rage they swore would uproot me. And when the winds died, when the skies cleared, I did not find the storm-bringers waiting in the aftermath. Their power had waned, their influence dissipated, their reign too fleeting to leave a lasting mark. They were never invincible. / Yet still, I stand. Not as debris, not as a casualty, but as testament that I was never theirs to destroy—let their tempests rage, let their fury spend itself upon the indifferent earth. The storm-bringers have departed, but I remain.
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STÖLEN BOOTS. ✴️
SHATTERED SIGNS, #899-XV.
HiJACKS THE CØDE.
L!NKED W-THE 𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘋𝘎Ø𝘋𝘚. 📲

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BLDZ-9900-WST.EXE 📟
HEÄRD THE WHISTLE?
THAT AiN’T W!ND.
THAT’S WAR RØLLIN’ IN FAST.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @SOOINKlM. 🚮
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HOW'S LIFE TREATIN' YA?
RAISE CC-7 SOME HELL
GOTTA HIT THE TOWN
@XNIKI. 📲

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FACE   CARD   NEVER    DECLINES!
superstar.in.my.sixteen.404.xxx! ✶
🚺📲 Next day, don’t hit my line.
(I’m locked in, down my
chin $4U! no attachments.)

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BLAZE-ROOT-SPL!TTIN. #⃣
I'M WÄIT TO TALK "SHÖW" NAH.
DRIPPIN' & SOULS' CHANGED!
HITTING SHOWS = @LGOTAE 🚸

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 ( ○ ctrl+s on the wrong moment)
mirrors one lie and a digital trail that looks
too good to 🗑. stayed longer than a trend
just long enough to be unforgettable.
standing on dreams in mary janes, guestlist c/o: +44-678-LIP-LICK ✶ cloudcore@heavenmail.org
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77-BITE-BACK. YOU HEAЯ THÄT?
THAT’S THE SOUND OF RECKLESS
GETT!N’ LØUD, TAESANS.EXE 📟
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   concrete ode-immolates
   এ malignant inside heart.

inaugural instance i sheathe genuine rictus. it wasn’t decorous labial curvature, but roseate canticles that illuminating the locus euphoria.
the merest apposition on those phalanges through scintilla. reticent avowal frontwards tranquilization bring burdens that i hold, tacit ululations confines within the innermost lenitive balm for my lassitudinous soul. cyclopean set clement disposition behind evergreen montage; it was no attempt to repair me, just presence beside me, soft-light that showing me the path through darkness. the vermilion nymph was unanticipated apparition. i'd habitually conceive sentiment, yet what i discern was affability. matinal orison pervading the ether, “could i entertain the true bond of genuine camaraderie?” invitation to heal, to grow, to become the person i was always meant to be. this entailed progressive attenuation of the indurate ramparts that had characterized my lacelike persona: (@juggwon.)
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SUFFOCATING WOVEN. /
THE SCENT DAMP OF EARTH! 🩷📞
My finger throbbed, insistent ache that mirrored anxiety gnawing. Makeshift bandage scavenged from my already depleted med-kit. (STRIP OF-STAINED WITH IODINE.) Been careless! Distracted by particularly towering tree. I aspire to have peers who are like-minded, embrace life surrounded by loyal companion who will never let you down! Exhausted-but-resolute. 76: Xoxo! though partially neutralized by my actions, my veins leaving me weak and feverish. Meticuolusly copied from crumbling explorer journal, was my guide. It spoke of hidden waterfall, guarded by ancient ruins. I was close.. I could feel it: @banggjeemin. 📓🪩
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PRIMROSE. TELL ME, THE DEEPEST
MEANING OF DAFFODIL LILY’S DISHY
PARASOL.

(18) Be-my-eyes, please teach. To be kept away from dire-straits, a harmful or painful lacerate. Bless me with mere-luck that encourages me to scramble to the path of happiness, which I yearn for. When dawn clocks on, will you bloom and spread purity as a new beginning filled with happiness? In my behest, I want to obey the dawn as if I were reborn and not held in the past that has no dynamism at all.

In the depths of my heart, I feel so sedate to wait for morrow, eager to welcome another mere-luck, though afterward I must still go through the ups and downs of the wheel of life. Yet at least, tomorrow will be better. Anew. (Innocence. New Beginnings.) It’s the best incorporation. Would you like to all ears to my peripheral interpretation on the nethermost meaning of the lily’s cup of tea, camaraderie? Make a pitch for anyone who is willing, I vow to hail you with altruism and keep you in the line of diaphaneity.
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