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𝑹𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒕 ο½₯β ο½‘οΎŸβ˜†οΎŸβ  penned by Lori β˜†οΎŸβ . πŸ“œπŸͺΆ *⁠ο½₯⁠ｑﾟ

Long overdue.About Anything.
17/04/2025

Long overdue.

About Anything.

14/10/2024

Small, precious moments spent in between the rising and setting makes life bearable than it seems.

The small pleasant talks in the morning and coffees, those big sighs from the afternoon hobbies,

casual labor in the garden, small rounds for a biscuit in the kitchen,
an adventure borne from the pages of a book, a nap taken from a comfortable nook,

a toast of small successes and won victories, a large small-step towards the ventures aheadβ€”

all seem to brew down to a simple idea of peace and fulfillment,
such as taking life slowly with bliss.

β€” October, The Twelve Moons (2022). rs

28/04/2024

β€œbiting my lips to hide my tears”

β€œI have this habit of postponing the pleasure when finding a gem during peculiar times.When I come across new music, I d...
18/04/2024

β€œI have this habit of postponing the pleasure when finding a gem during peculiar times.

When I come across new music, I don’t dive and indulge instantly. Instead, I save it somewhere for my future to find.

When I detect a bond starting to form, I sit it out and wait a certain time until I become comfortable in it.

When I buy clothes and books, I keep them away for a while inside the cabinet before using them out in public.

Only upon this writing did I realize how hesitant I was as a person. That I always keep everything away from me before I’m convinced that I can be attached to them.

Oh, maybe this is why I hurt so much when the things I value get snatched awayβ€” they were my find afterall.

If only I did not feel the same way about people.”

Photo is lyrics from Bags by Clairo

18/04/2024

I am condemned to hell.

Dante said soβ€” lukewarms belong to a certain ring under.

How can a god like mine design a body with a mind that always chooses to understand and a heart that refuses to give harsh judgement? Oh no, this is blasphemy.

All my life I have put myself in others’ shoes more than I did my own. I stand solely without a stand, and on this hill I will surely die. I recognize evil and yet unwillingly, I put myself in their shoes and immediately try to understand the motives of their actions.

I am cursedβ€” not by a witchβ€” but by a god.

What sets my heart at ease is that I wear it fashionably, like a badge of honor. I was made to be damned. If condemnation is my path then so be it.

Let my soul rot and burn if it means keeping a few someone elses alive.

Let my ash be forgotten in the wind if it means keeping others' passion burning.

Let me end up in hell if it means I get to lift others back to heaven’s gate.

My path was paved long before new planets were born, to change it is futile and to live with this awareness is death itself.

Cursed Advocate, 2024

15/04/2024

i be actively avoiding songs for my own sake only for fb pages to shove it all over my feed :)

14/04/2024

β€œSome people would say that this is overrated; that this lack of bliss in the usual is nothing but a mere product of overreaction, a waste of precious time meant to be spent on multiple things that actually matter.

Which begs me to question, β€œWhat could be these things that, in their perspective, actually matter?””

from
Nocturne Episodes: Anthologyβ€” The Rusted Flower in the Withering Vase (2022)

14/04/2024

β€œLips that once uttered prayers were now swarmed with thorns, tongues slithered like snakes with their tantalizing venom through the crack. The head was filled with the echoing dialogue from the last debacle, splitting from the pain felt from the sharp words that can be felt through the ears. Eyes that refused to shed tears turn red as the fire beneath the bones grows larger in the mere sight of the fiend.

From the heart that once nurtured Kindness spawned a demon of Rage, hand heavy with brutal strength and mouth laced with enchantments that cause decay. The more the heart beats, the more Rage thrillsβ€” feeding on the festering darkness that silently lurks within. Like an itch in the throat that refuses to be spit, Rage clings to the person until a fitting answer is reached.”

from
Nocturne Episodes: Anthologyβ€” Fire and Decay (2022)

14/04/2024

may i be blessed with gentle currents
my filth awashed and cheeks kissed by the sun.
the salt in the water had burned my eyes
and gave me visions of what I had become.
my books are kept well,
set sail to an unfamiliar course i shall
for a new story is being written,
a new lore to tell.

2024

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