INK. ☾ .. ╱ "同等功绩" lofty-wetty anguish of a shattered

ㅤ| in the realm where dreams and ㅤ| reality intertwine, a vista of ethereal ㅤ| enchantment unveils its celestial ㅤ| tapestry. 🎥 13, july 1985. | the empyreal heavens paint the sky with strokes of sapphire and rose, while the resplendent sun, an incandescent orb, bestows its golden kiss upon the verdant meadows. a gentle zephyr, a whispered sonnet, weaves through the air, carrying the fragrance of blossoms as they sway in a mesmerizing ballet.

“majestic mountains like ancient sentinels stand tall and proud, their majestic peaks adorned with diaphanous veils of mist.”

[ 𐚈 ] crystal-clear rivers, akin to liquid poetry, meander through the landscape, their tranquil murmurs an eloquent chorus that harmonizes with the rustling leaves. this tableau, a masterpiece of nature's verse, invites the soul to immerse itself in the sublime embrace of the universe's poetic embrace.

🎥 : ❨ .. “behold a breathtaking panorama unfolds before your eyes, a poetic symphony of nature's artistry where the golden sun caresses the rolling hills and whispers its enchanting lullaby to the dancing wildflowers!” .. ❩

💙 cowok lisa menyapa own ch dan para moots nya 👋 . mari sfs main acc, subs ch saya, lalu minta timbal balik ke sini, jika nfw bisa hapus saja, terimakasih. have a nice day

💙 cowok lisa menyapa own ch dan para moots nya 👋 . mari sfs main acc, subs ch saya, lalu minta timbal balik ke sini, jika nfw bisa hapus saja, terimakasih. have a nice day

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I. your heart is devoured raw. your bones unravel so easily under his sinked canines, bitter flesh lodged in the stich of his inhumanly white teeth. the sun wavers beneath his cowed breath, and you find a welling shame in this triump of fulfilling him, you swallow the galore of pleasured guilt. II. notice how the plum of your lips only harvest pools of greed into his barbaric eyes. you emerge a revelryof gluttony within him that hungers away at any sensibility within his intentions. rapid nails carv-e rouge half-moons into your hip bones. craters and abysses of him tarnish your once-pious skin. satin bed sheets tie your vocal chords. you are the flaring imsin shrouded in very saint, the deceptive macabre of any angel's promise. he makes sure you concede to your unholiness III. you collapse. with the bloodied cerise of your vena cava hung in the breathless air he stole, you wonder if he'll brother unracking your hallowed ribs. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀