˗ˏˋ h.ann

Omg Neito Monoma!!!!!!!! 

someone stop me from writing a light yagami x reader because no - if i start then i might as well go on.

women in suits OR men in suits ? !
          
          women in suits supremacy >

Hannahhhh

my friend was like 
          "hey madarfacar"
          
          and i was like
          "hey motherfucker"

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. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (17th February 2022) 
          
          blood a kiln, vein escapees; beads of breaths, prayers and yawns. cliffs of grief, roses underneath; honey flesh and cinder calligraphies, lotus leaves and sea fires. tongues of lore, chants of irises; plagues like magma and healing from stone-seas. human names, future ores; whispering wounds and father's fury. 
          
          seventh sun, worship of the vein unknown; harvest of the chest, abandoned swords and screams of chagrin rooms. hyacinth womanhood, sewn battlefields; spines of infatuation, resolute asphyxiation. ravenous souls like saturn, cataclysm glories; tombs of sparks, hell of frost. 
          
          surrendered wombs, traded truths; crevasses of doubts, particulate vengeance, delicate answers and martyred victims. undefined magistrates, sums and divisions; canopy witches, hungry stars and unpleasant consonants. dampened twilight, charade joys and towering sorrows; uterus of shame, liver of passions and blankets of rebirth. 
          
          coffin rituals, precipice pastures; moon howls, poetry tongues. midnight licorice, cobalt corsage; emblem tresses and goblin crescents. vessel's voyage, shadowed daffodils; compassionate weapons, mothers and melodies. oceans, the water of salt and sickening; one loves the seas and carries death in their bones, one holds forests and forgets about the fires and storms. those that love, they are lost; like warmth in winter snow and like heartbeats drowned in oceans and shores. 
           #adropofhumanity

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a small token of kindness (13th February 2022) 
          
          burning soulmates, strained hopes; braided yearnings, captive dreams. passion- borne blood, water an invisible vesper; moon a poet's literature, soil a paper of hunger. a predator, a musketeer, a thunder; a matchstick, a street of bougainvilleas, half a nail lost, flesh to rust. 
          
          worn arms, ragged pleasures; clean madness, innocent errors. veins of solitude, beats of courage; a farewell to religious laps, to a moon with brave life. mistakes and spaces in ribs, hearts choking in sin; rhetoric trees and murdered portraits in lights of the quiet. 
          
          ashes of nursery amethysts, stories worth centuries within; glass of a new born fist, hope dangling over a pit of abyss. authentic prison, protection from  touches; suspended lungs, pessimism a curse blind. foetal hearts and shrunken graves, suffering mirrors and homely miscarriages. 
          
          evolution of art, sugar theft; white oleander tickles and bleeding disguises of virtues. a city of ciphers,  mountains of parables; consumed violins, bruises of metal and blood. to the eyes find that nothing old or worn, and for the hearts that see no flaws and prickles, there is no death. like the moon and the sun that have not aged; human hearts as these reside as the 'oud of time. 
          
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (08h February 2022) 
          
          vanilla tides, porcelain skies; insurgence of the ganges and anatomies birthed in the womb. lavender pulses, foxgloves of disappointments; afternoon intoxications and stings of moon's salted craters. covenant slippers of sweat, storms of acidic sin; limbs of serenity, heart a serpent's spine. 
          
          wandering knees, furnace meadows; prairie blades, malbec- blurred palms. atlases of ribs, the eyes a stoic bleeding blues; firmament of human organs, the universe a galaxy with it. violent emotions, frigid compromises; people water, their bones abandoned orphans. 
          
          kolkwitzia like the thames, fossils of fame; life a cloak of melancholy, unlike death, of invisibility. today a parlour with letters wordless and addresses of silhouettes blind. nascent blooms and dainty gravel; how much of the truth kills one each day, how often does one lie to not develop resentment to himself? 
          
          febrile offsprings, universe a glory of margaret ache; home a graveyard, ages and agers buried. an emblem of bones, a cremated constellation; mind instructed under a veil, sky a chest of God. sun and the moon, a mind of two names; sisyphean creations, limited incantations. why is the sky allowed two wings, why must a human heart be caged with none? 
           #adropofhumanity