Abigail White

Just started a new story if anyone wants a good read

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 theme by me.
          
          
          Man I've been missing the days all my notifications were nothing but wattpad notifications for people I was role playing with...

hi can i get ur help on something its really urgent, my discord is sakurakxss pls

Being good friends is the most important thing in life and a relationship. Pass this on to 15 followers you know!

https://discord.com/invite/y8SUyRes
          
          That's my discord server if yall wanna join you can. 

Anxiety
          What is it?
          Why does it happen to us?
          When do the feelings stop? 
          
          Shaking. Fidgeting. Scratching.
          Yelling. Crying. Mumbling. 
          Horrible thoughts racing through your mind.
          
          It never stops.
          

i love ur accounttt

Hey chickies, this is mine. If you haven't started reading this. Please do. And tell me if I should keep writing or not 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/300963517