Sub koo <3

─────  THE CIELO COMMUNITY  ❜
          
           ❝ му ѕσυℓ ¢αη ƒιη∂ ησ ѕтαιя¢αѕє тσ нєανєη υηℓєѕѕ ιт'ѕ тняσυgн єαятн'ѕ ℓσνєℓιηєѕѕ. ❞
          
          Here in the Cielo Community, we present this loveliness to you. We, Cielians, are here to endow you with heavenly solace, affinity, and sanctitude.
          
          We embark on a quest, searching for angels to accompany us. Fortunately, we found the angel we sought—in you ¡
          
          So, what are you waiting for? Take the path to our hiring arena, where you'll be a step closer to joining us in our celestial paradise ¡
          
          Still wondering? Pondering will yield nothing but missed opportunities. Off you go now ¡
          
          ⧉  https://www.wattpad.com/story/351450075

Yall remember me?....sksks ikik I left for long but the updates r ready tho I just wonder if yall r still interested in reading my books? ☠

...Idk if I'll continue here, yes the books will be definitely completed no worries on that but I don't think I'll do it here. The lack of support and encouragement do demotivates me at times, I'll lyk when I'll switch the platforms for my books, mostly I think it'll be on ao3. Thank you for reading and stream layover :) ♡

Haha lol yes m not back entirely but I promise I got plenty of updates ready for my babes, I'll start updating frequently after 19 sep. Meanwhile you can check out this amazing graphic shop! (Ordered twice sksks they fr r good) Ty for supporting me throughout <33
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/337993079

Thanks for the cover honeyyyyy <3

@jiwithmin that's so beautiful haha tysm for this beautiful motivation dear

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 

❝ to be human is to be filled with emotions. let yourself free. allow yourself this necessity. instead of pushing the anger away or cowering from the envy, accept it as a part of your being. instead of telling yourself this is not who you are, give room to the negative emotions and let them pass by in a tide. we're a mix of good and bad both and sometimes, it takes experience to know. there's balance in everything. day and night. sun and rain. sky and ground. highs and lows. rise and fall. submit yourself to nature's dispense and watch yourself grow. ❞

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 

The urge to write while my exams r going is insane- pssst my exams gon' end this Friday so phew m finally gonna be free TT