๐Š๐ข๐š๐ซ๐š. (@gemofbravery) 's Twitter Profile
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@gemofbravery

You don't know this new me, I put my pieces back differently. ๏ฝขRP/Fictional๏ฝฃ

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๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ: ๐…๐š๐๐ž๐ Every memory of me revolves around the ocean, like some infinite loop I donโ€™t feel myself wanting to leave anytime soon. Sea-woven, I am dancing to the rhythm of time tangled in its notes, ebbs and flows, over and over. . flareandallofthestars.tumblr.com/post/680903437โ€ฆ

๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ: ๐…๐š๐๐ž๐

Every memory of me revolves around the ocean, like some infinite loop I donโ€™t feel myself wanting to leave anytime soon. Sea-woven, I am dancing to the rhythm of time tangled in its notes, ebbs and flows, over and over. .

flareandallofthestars.tumblr.com/post/680903437โ€ฆ
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ In a world rotting beneath the spotlight, I am silent dark, shaping ruins into art. ๐ฟ. tumblr.com/flareandalloftโ€ฆ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ

In a world rotting beneath the spotlight, I am silent dark, shaping ruins into art.

๐ฟ. tumblr.com/flareandalloftโ€ฆ
. (@floweroftheseas) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The sky is motionless overhead. Switch the light on and off, the stars are always there, and the light of your every wish upon them that drowns in the ever elusive sea. The tempest tastes of meโ€”opaline and strong. It ebbs and flows before I break the chain of pearls again.

๐Š๐ข๐š๐ซ๐š. (@gemofbravery) 's Twitter Profile Photo

He said I was the moon, for there was a side of me veiled in darkness, always hidden away. A side I'd much rather leave behind, to wither away and rot.. and yet, it's still there โ€”blooming within me, day after day.

๐€๐ณ๐š๐ณ๐ž๐ฅ (@deliriumbeloved) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Most of the time, I am haunted by the things I could not do. Just when I think ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ can take no more from me, she laughs, she taunts, she teases ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆโ€”dressed in want, claiming my every thought.

Most of the time, I am haunted by the things I could not do.

Just when I think ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ can take no more from me, she laughs, she taunts, she teases ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆโ€”dressed in want, claiming my every thought.
Veronica. (@amidnightsecret) 's Twitter Profile Photo

โ€ข ๐๐จ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. I only ever existed in the cold hours following midnight. Therein I buried my silent screams and deepest desires. . I. ๏ฝข tumblr.com/riotswithinme/โ€ฆ ๏ฝฃ

๐€๐ณ๐š๐ณ๐ž๐ฅ (@deliriumbeloved) 's Twitter Profile Photo

๐—ฌ ๐—ข ๐—จ ๐—” ๐—ฅ ๐—˜ ๐—ก ๐—˜ ๐—ซ ๐—ง They have been asking me the same questions for hours. I canโ€™t remember the last time I could have a fairly decent sleep. It gets worse the more I think about it, the less I can write about it. ๐™‡: tumblr.com/inkofdestellarโ€ฆ

๐—ฌ ๐—ข ๐—จ    ๐—” ๐—ฅ ๐—˜    ๐—ก ๐—˜ ๐—ซ ๐—ง

They have been asking me the same questions for hours. I canโ€™t remember the last time I could have a fairly decent sleep. It gets worse the more I think about it, the less I can write about it.

๐™‡: tumblr.com/inkofdestellarโ€ฆ
Natalie. (@quixoticrani) 's Twitter Profile Photo

โ € โ € โ € แด…ษชแด ษชษดแด‡ แด ษชแดสŸแด‡ษดแด„แด‡.

โ €    โ €    โ € แด…ษชแด ษชษดแด‡ แด ษชแดสŸแด‡ษดแด„แด‡.
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ซ ๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ค. / parody. (@nefariousraw) 's Twitter Profile Photo

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฆ๐ง๐ž๐ To be deathโ€‘touched is misery. I could hear it โ€” the cry of bones, the ripped scenes of mute gore, the obscene decay of flesh โ€” a blackโ€‘andโ€‘white film bleeding into fucking red. ๐‹. tumblr.com/inkofdestellarโ€ฆ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฆ๐ง๐ž๐

To be deathโ€‘touched is misery. I could hear it โ€” the cry of bones, the ripped scenes of mute gore, the obscene decay of flesh โ€” a blackโ€‘andโ€‘white film bleeding into fucking red.

๐‹. tumblr.com/inkofdestellarโ€ฆ