(DOC.) Writing reflections. πŸ“ŽπŸ“
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(Ink &. Tinted.) βœπŸ»πŸ«€ Revisiting old notedβ€”β€” brings back exact state of mind. #INFP : Past version of oneself, @ArrassedStar. β“˜
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(DOC.) Writing reflections. πŸ“ŽπŸ“
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πŸ€žπŸ»πŸ“ (Space to Talk.) Arranging by color turns wall to a gradient masterpiece, shades melting into one another like an artist wildest dream. #Go_by_genre β„ΉοΈπŸ—‘οΈ and suddenly, stories sit snug with their own kindβ€”mysteries lurking together in a darkened corner, fantasies glowing like embers, histories whispering secrets from ages past. [&]πŸͺ¬πŸŽ§

── |β”‚ #Activities : Librarian. πŸ“šπŸ€“
But maybe it’s about emotion,
unspoken pull a book hasβ€”the
heartbreakers standing side by side,
the adrenaline-pumping thrillers coiled
tight, the warm, comforting reads
nestled like an old friend’s embrace.

πŸ«€πŸ€ŒπŸ» Shelves stop being storage and start being an extension of soul, a reflection of words can stir inside.

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(Pages. IV) πŸ“₯πŸ€“ =] Closing a book
final page hitting a wall at full mind.

Characters like echoes in an empty hallway, voices refusing to fade, stories clawing for more chapter. =] πŸ“šπŸŒ€


πŸ”“ COOL EDGES, INK MINIMIZES
THE JOY DEPICTED β€”β€” [] πŸ”š
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| πŸ“Sleep offers no escapeβ€”thoughts
| churn, replaying moments demand to
| be felt again, dissected, understood
| in ways reality rarely allows.
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#Listerner_onDuty. πŸ”šπŸŽ§ Fingers glide over rough covers, pausing at embossed titles faded by time. Carrying a scent of ink, aged paper, and something almost magicalβ€”like stories waiting to be awakened. πŸ“–βœπŸ»

Forgotten tomes rest, wisdom
untouched for decades.

Some pages crackle when turned,

brittle edges demanding care.


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β“˜ #LinkedtoDue: Eyes dart between shelves, searching for one volume, one calling out from hiding place. Time slips away, swallowed by pull of narratives refuse to left unread.πŸ›ƒπŸ—žοΈ
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