marie🪐

hiiii i mkss u

GUYS I FINISHED AND PASSED ALL MY EXAMS

am i tripping or did the wattpad messages dissapear

i saw someone say how it feels logging back here after a few months and honestly i couldnt agree more. the fact this app somehow slowly died is crazy and the way its coming back especially with all those slytherin boys reacts and stuff.. just seeing the way my own library sort of grew and having all of my phases and grammatical progress all tied down in an app is insane to me. all the comments and books i have ever interacted/written are here for me to look back upon and just have a sort of memory box. wild.

hi how is everyone doing

i came back after ages and checked my drafts for a book i started in 2021 and it’s telling me that all the chapters i wrote are all gone and i think i’m gonna start sobbing soon guys wtf happened 

my. irthday was om ghe 30th and dude i have so many plushies i could start an army 

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 

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