a.
take polaroid shots with
the view of falling leaves—
crisp rustles, warm-toned corners,
each frame feels like soft memory.
n. ┃📼 /celestial’ ⤿ ﹙
clear river lined with color,
leaves drifting like quiet thoughts
near the old park fountain,
the calm feels taped in stillness
🗝️ | .. stilllight 𐀶
see people lounging slow,
some sketching, some listening to
static 🧣 a bluebird hops past —
my notes in lowercase,
Maven (&. @realinzed)
take polaroid shots with
the view of falling leaves—
crisp rustles, warm-toned corners,
each frame feels like soft memory.
n. ┃📼 /celestial’ ⤿ ﹙
clear river lined with color,
leaves drifting like quiet thoughts
near the old park fountain,
the calm feels taped in stillness
🗝️ | .. stilllight 𐀶
see people lounging slow,
some sketching, some listening to
static 🧣 a bluebird hops past —
my notes in lowercase,
Maven (&. @realinzed)
folded notes in old pencil cases still carry echoes—scribbles, secrets, and half-finished lyrics.
a. take polaroid shots with the view of falling leaves— crisp rustles, warm-toned corners, each frame feels like soft memory. n. ┃📼 /celestial’ ⤿ ﹙ clear river lined with color, leaves drifting like quiet thoughts near the old…
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୧ quiet kind of charm,
in still frames and
faded reflections 𝅄
suspended midair, like dust in projector light—trying to see yourself clearly like chasing your own shadow. perched above slow clouds and tangled wires, some things can’t be worded, some feelings just stay undeveloped.
(14/02 | personal reel) a melody loops, not loud—just familiar. some thoughts never leave the chest, not from fear, just unfinished. they linger in drawers, in songs, in worn-out jackets.
📑 𝅄ׂ
{ “macrocosm. .
shapes we keep passing by.
; ୧ 𓈒 𓂃˖
in still frames and
faded reflections 𝅄
suspended midair, like dust in projector light—trying to see yourself clearly like chasing your own shadow. perched above slow clouds and tangled wires, some things can’t be worded, some feelings just stay undeveloped.
(14/02 | personal reel) a melody loops, not loud—just familiar. some thoughts never leave the chest, not from fear, just unfinished. they linger in drawers, in songs, in worn-out jackets.
zephyrs drift through windowpanes, whispering nothing new— only what we keep forgetting.
📑 𝅄ׂ
{ “macrocosm. .
shapes we keep passing by.
; ୧ 𓈒 𓂃˖
folded notes in old pencil cases still carry echoes—scribbles, secrets, and half-finished lyrics. via @AnoMessBot
a paper note drifting through amber skies, crossing the equator’s hush. written for the boy who lives in film grain and faded sunlight. timestamp // 0’35 .. 🖋