𝒫𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒟ℴℯ ౨ৎ 🕯️⋆。˚

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﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⟡﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

🫐𝜗𝜚            st : 3.8.2024

                      ╭┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈╮
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⠀ '· . ୨୧⠀ (⚠️ 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓊𝒶𝑔ℯ, 𝓈ℯ𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝓈ℯ𝓍 16+?)

 ୨୧⠀   (⚠️ 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓊𝒶𝑔ℯ, 𝓈ℯ𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝓈ℯ𝓍 16+?)

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⊹ ࣪𐙚꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱。⋆   𝒞ℴ𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀   ‎♡₊˚ 🍰・₊✧

                       ╰ ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ ╯

╭──────────.★..─╮
┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊                                 { ꩜cheri ⋆ 🦢 }
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┊ ┊ ⋆˚
┊ ┊┊. ꧁ᬊᬁ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇: 17 ᬊ᭄꧂
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𝒮𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎 27𝓉𝒽 𝒻ℯ𝒷𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 2015 | ˚ ༘🐾 ೀ⋆。˚

I woke up from a night born beauty , how sweetly i melt in my own sin.

๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🚬˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖

Under a curse of being in loved with my professor was when you knew you were doomed but couldn't care less because it was a vague love, his touch would thrill me to the ends of the earth, he made me feel like a sensitive little angel with a heart made of delicate glass.

๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🚬˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖

Toms arms wrapped around me gracefully like a dove, i was flipped on my side on him, facing his face, i stroke his ethereal face for a second to gather my thoughts, just the look of him was enough to wake me up properly, it was like sipping freezing water with lemon and ice popped in it. His delicate visage reminded me of his soul, his soul was as red a blood red jam.
and my mother.

๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🚬˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖

I put my shirt on from last night that would cover my self harm scars, i didn't want him noticing.

๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🚬˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖

I hearkened a groan escape from his mouth, feeling him wake up, his natural instincts hitting him as he began to stretch, i watched him with my doleful oculus.

๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🚬˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖

"You like to stare a lot, don't you darling?" His voice was huskily, as the morning voice circled light pink bows traced around my heart.

 ⋆。‧˚ʚ 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 ɞ˚‧。⋆.  ˙ . ꒷ 🍼. 𖦹˙-Where stories live. Discover now