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hello! i’m a bit late haha but thanks for reading my book! may you have a lovely day :)

@ziya_amaris yes (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

His catharsis and his punishment. The one who made his heart beat and also the one to tear it apart like paper cranes. 
          
          
          Choosing everyone before himself. Always being the hero. Never did Wei Ying put anyone after him and yet he would never choose Lan Wangji. 
          
          
          For how could the cold Hanguang-Jun be worthy of someone who was summer's breath, whose foot prints were followed by spring. Who in all his being was the embodiment of life itself. 
          
          
          How could Lan Wangji deserve the love of someone so radiant and beautiful. And so he swallowed these treacherous emotions after the incessant ignorance of Wei Wuxian to the subtle signs of his. Swallowed them and wallowed in their incomplete melancholy. 
          
          
          Until Wei Ying came back. And this renewed the kindle of hope in Lan Wangji's heart. He was content with just the presence of the Demonic Cultivator but tonight was a night of intense agony. 
          
          
          
          Tonight was like a recurring heartache as the memory lay imbedded in his mind. Wei Ying.....(TBC)
          
          
          
          
          
          Now should I write this one shot or abandon it-
          
          
          (Please I need help-)

" All things that are the epitome of beauty are destined to be tragic. Just like love. So beautiful, warm and the sharpest wound one owns."
          
          
          
          The winds carried the forlorn melody of yearning. A loyal carrier of the haunting tale of love unrequited. The moonlight bathed the figure carved out of ice, a statue of elegance, as he sang out the sorrows of his bleeding heart on his guqin. For 16 years he had drowned himself in serenading his soulmate ceaselessly. Playing this melody entailing his feelings for never could he believe he was worthy of the one who owned his heart. And all those signs, the warning signs of rejection, oh how a laugh could be so cruel to pierce his heart and tear it into a bleeding mess of muscles and yet the person be the one to breathe life into his monotonous solitude. 
          
          
          The predicament was the vilest of all and yet Lan Wangji couldn't be more grateful to at least be a part of it. 
          
          
          Wei Ying. A star of his eyes. The one to colour his life in vibrancy.
          
          
          Continued in the next post too-

Am I the only one who like wants to like be unalived but also wants it to be beautified?? Like I want my last breaths to be in front of the person I like??

What should I read first Macb or laa?

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Also now you are my pookie and imma keep you in ma pocket (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ