ias-chaos

Hey ias-chaos! Loved seeing you so active on "2 A.M. Silence". I just released "Beresford Empire – Book 1" — a slow-burn about Lina growing into herself, a guarded neurodivergent billionaire, real friendships, and an ending you won't see coming. No vote-for-vote, just honest reads. If it sounds like your thing: https://www.wattpad.com/story/414035996-beresford-empire-book-1-the-unknown

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 

EVERYONE CHECK OUT MOONGLOW BY VIVI. She's an absolutely terrific writer. <33
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/370320434

hello ia!! i miss u bad >,< its vivi and i just switched my theme hah

Been a while since ive been on this app. how is everyone doing? :)

Nothing hurts more than seeing amazing authors abandon their equally amazing books.

a new chap of bitw is on its way! i apologise for the radio silence and lack of updates. school has kept me very busy but since i have a week off from school due to the alarming rise in pollution here, i'll try to work as much as i can on my book.
          thank you for your patience and support! 

THE NEW THEME?!?!??! I LOVEEE

Funny how i got a 80/100 in maths when i thought i was gonna fail