𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎

Gentle reminder that,
          Percy would want you to drink water+
           Annabeth would want you to stay safe+ 
          Grover would want you to take care if yourself and the environment+ 
          Jason would want you to ask for help if you can, when you need it +
          Piper would want you to love yourself +
          Hazel would want you to be happy+ 
          Frank would want you to be unharmed+ 
          Nico would want you to stay alive+ 
          And Reyna would want you to stay strong+ 
          
          Send this to 5 fellow Percy Jackson fans in 20 minutes after you finish reading this! 
          If you get 3 or more back, those people who sent them back to you, care for you and want you to stay safe. 
          If you don't send this to 5 fellow Percy Jackson fans in 20 minutes, then the gods will punish you for a year, with no way out. <3

Omg hiii you alive? It's been foreverr

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Hii it's been a while

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

If you were killed i wouldn't be at your funeral. I would be in jail for killing the person who killed you. 
          
          
          
          
          
          We are true friends. 
          
          
          
          We ride together. We DIE together. 
          
          
          
          Send this to everyone you care about. Including me if ya want.
          
          
          
          See how many you get. 
          
          
          I want you to know you are an AMAZING friend, till death and FOREVER. 
          
          
          Once you read this send this to 15 people. 
          
          
          If you get three back you are LOVED. Nobody knows something is important until you lose it. 
          
          
          
          Tonight(at 12am)
          
          
          The person you love will realize they love you. 
          
          
          
          Then at 1-2pm
          
          
          Get ready for the biggest shock of your life!
          
          
          If you break this chain you will have bad luck. 
          
          
          With love send this to 15 people. 
          
          
          If you don't you will be ugly in a year. 
          
          
          Tomorrow two boys/girls will ask you for your number. 
          
          
          Send this to 15 people Or bad luck starts. 
          
          
          THIS IS NOT FAKE!!
          
          
          Apparently, if you copy and paste this, you will have the
          best day ever.  Tomorrow

Yo
          you
          @Spiccaasphodel
          yeah, you
          ...
          guess what
          
          
          
          
          
          you're cool

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity