LillianMalfoy1980
How are yall doing today?
LillianMalfoy1980
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (18th March 2022)
a rose from thorn-like death, a stone of heart and a comb of hell, a marker of prejudice, a hall of fright,
destiny clad in archer's arrow, a moment of pride, kith and kin, lies, lotuses and legacies, foreign homes and ginger tragedies.
fragile skins and paper cuts, laws martyred, twilight sun; clinking pedants, olive guilts; dusty hands and blackberry fingertips. autumn of march, buried hopes; leaves lost to skin, a ground of boiling blood. pear yearnings, spring of fall; cavalier sun and half moon echoes.
marionberry garnet and ruby hearts; fire-like worship, drowning soils. mulberry blood, violent rugs; gardens of night, orchids of flesh. congested wounds, salted shores; lakes of tourmaline, valleys of balsam. bread and sanctuaries abandoned, cinnamon paper and ochre canvases.
deer-like details, fogged empathy; rosary of the waves, prayers of the cliff of throat. bruised knuckles, clay air; riverbed séances, grief burns. crescent universe, a child's veil; rosy vessel, magnolia dirt. whether soaked in water or blood, a heart behind the ribs is still a prisoner in a prison.
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LillianMalfoy1980
what do yall think of the new theme?
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (04th February 2022)
hazel sparks, tragic seams of a sweater upset; courtyard apples, seeded candles. glazed accidents, tempered solitude; tears of strangers, knives of kin. despised palms, courageous cheeks. brittle mango, candy windows; purposeful black, golden august. tattood bone, bonfire salt; rainbow cracks, sunset acceptances, littered letters, raw sins.
lily fragments, lotus silhouettes; mirrored solace, heart a plague of the soul. azure ache and sandy water; little grace and a life foolishly slaughtered. seas of summer, dirt of december; butterscotch reminders, crescent veiled infants. foul forests, mindful witches; innocent flesh, disaster rest.
forged caves and buried minds, dry heroes and coloured knights; cigar feathers and absent mothers; clumpy claws and bleeding wombs. "survival of the fittest", moon distant from vultures; exhausted children, sick homes. voweled fog and redwood roots; gazpacho lips and palimpsest sorrows.
ravine neighbours, nestled creeks; nebulous insomnia, moon an enemy of sleep. preserved steps, earth a castle; knuckles a home of citrus rind, shredded skin and cold wings. february cabin, urn burnt; syrup of the lungs, plum murmurs. the precious wounds we carry as a museum of art, we hold hearts in our palms; but what of all who wound them whenever they shake our hands? does the sky hand the moon to the earth? why then are we devils to our own skin?
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LillianMalfoy1980
OMGGG 351 READS ON A VAMPIRE'S PAST WOWWW THANKS GUYS!!!
LillianMalfoy1980
I know it's been awhile since I've I posted a chapter but I finally did and I hope yall enjoy :)
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a small token of kindness (23rd January 2022)
a castle of despair, a window of home; a pane of terror, deperate hair shadowed by glamour. five hundred corridors of warped walls and monster roots, orchids etched into the shortcomings of madonna. femurs of frozen mulberries, violet trees; empty ghosts and suburbia covenants. follicles of water children, a scarlet prayer; statis of jimbled seasons.
tongues slaughtered, teeth of ecstacy; palms of pheromones. saltwater caves, ocean fevers; lichen peaces, hyperboarean shades. burn, burn, rose fleshed and warm; feral and pearl and tenderly blanketed by a grave of faults. violaceous horizons and newborn girls; summers of paris, pigmented resurrections.
is it not a privilege to be consumed by strips of soil and ancient wounds? drunken floods and wary mirrors, barbaric chalk and devoured freedom. sand from a sandalwood slipper, forgotten in the heavy waters of fluid frocks; a momentary memory, a saffron strand from rare Harberton field.
the surrogacy of a father, the veins of sage and cord of lapis placenta; a meadow of elfchens and sweetened lungs of cocoa. grace a pond of lotuses, sip and sip and sip. a bottle of fog and fostered wings; poisoned funerals and lilac libraries. broken with pink haze and littered with rotten ashes; the heart must exist. in the ribs, in the cage, in its shelter. it is disaster yet is hope, drop it not, it breathes copper and tolerates iron, it suffocates on metal and consumes the devil. lives that are bent are protected, they cannot be broken by death.
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LillianMalfoy1980
im boreddd how are yall doing? :)
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a small token of kindness (19th January 2022)
sentimental shine, freezing light; desire to communicate, despondent oakmoss. ventricles of the lungs, roads of the woods; one of the blind, the other of frost. caffeinated blood, impure stones; classical truth, the days of rebirth. hope a commodity rare, mind a spoilt child; alabaster abyss, dogwood a page of flower petal.
window of east, juliet moonlight; scars of birth, marks of sight, yells of silence and procured mortality. sinking identities, what are we in search of; what are we shaped with, grieving pomegranates or bleeding heavens?
blessings of invisibility, rippling shadows of the moon; marigold tomorrow, a hue of today's opal soil.
the wrath of earth, the suns of our sins; robin beginnings, a foetus reborn. shells of a wolf, vermillion wicks and witch's brew; humming sunsets, rain from fingertips and water of the heart a rainbow in the sky.
magical blooms and stamps of saturn, barefooted nights and castles of sand; touch of autumn, bodies of russet thunders. the souls the angels of heavens that cannot be seen by naked eyes. is that why people are deemed to be art? — fields of jaguar flowers and burl wood stars. like the nature that is haunted with its art of storms and hearts, are the humans haunted by the art of their souls that carress them like letters from God?
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (19th January 2022)
sentimental shine, freezing light; desire to communicate, despondent oakmoss. ventricles of the lungs, roads of the woods; one of the blind, the other of frost. caffeinated blood, impure stones; classical truth, the days of rebirth. hope a commodity rare, mind a spoilt child; alabaster abyss, dogwood a page of flower petal.
window of east, juliet moonlight; scars of birth, marks of sight, yells of silence and procured mortality. sinking identities, what are we in search of; what are we shaped with, grieving pomegranates or bleeding heavens?
blessings of invisibility, rippling shadows of the moon; marigold tomorrow, a hue of today's opal soil.
the wrath of earth, the suns of our sins; robin beginnings, a foetus reborn. shells of a wolf, vermillion wicks and witch's brew; humming sunsets, rain from fingertips and water of the heart a rainbow in the sky.
magical blooms and stamps of saturn, barefooted nights and castles of sand; touch of autumn, bodies of russet thunders. the souls the angels of heavens that cannot be seen by naked eyes. is that why people are deemed to be art? — fields of jaguar flowers and burl wood stars. like the nature that is haunted with its art of storms and hearts, are the humans haunted by the art of their souls that carress them like letters from God?
#adropofhumanity