@EsTellaToCruElla
Hey it's Kush here. I know it's been days but the thing is my reddit got suspended because my friends reported it. As some sort of hilarious prank. Initially it was for 3 days, but now it's been permanently suspended. I was not ignoring you or ghosting you. I was just stuck helplessly. Didn't knew how to reach out to you. I really really sorry. I'm still eagerly waiting for our unfinished story. And again I'm sorry for what happened.
If anyone wants to roleplay let me know!!! I am in the mood for roleplaying after 100 years lol! We can RP in Discord! I have made a recent account!
I miss this place... (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)
Anyways, happy new year to everyone!!!ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)
@EsTellaToCruElla kinda I guess though I am not really sure if I should continue writing here...
Is anybody still here?
@EsTellaToCruElla normally not really but I scroll through notifs every once in a while
a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ]
broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands.
systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken.
blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters.
the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday]
words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb.
windmills bow above folded clothes,
grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
growth a gamble, memory the wager.
tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
tidy rooms against the storm of rest.
roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
souls displaced, refugees of home.
effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
a tale as old as precedents.
labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
olives of faith, olives betrayed.
a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
a garden for incitement,
a bloom pressed against time.
#adropofhumanity
a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ]
where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known.
swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility.
barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
in a parched throat.
kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
shadows stumble, shoes fade—
a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer.
#adropofhumanity
New Story out after a loooooooongggggg time. Please read and show some love.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/394536270
Hiii! We haven't been in touch for a very long time. I hope you're doing great ❤️
Hello everyone, I am here after a while. Is anyone here by the way? Like I had left mostly because wattpad had become very dry, but I am thinking of coming back for my writing, but if there's nobody to read my stories, it will feel kinda empty and weird...
