joansarc

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god some people piss me off soooo bad like no my skin is not breaking out because I’m with the wrong guy I had a fucking allergic reaction to skin care and no me making plans with him because you haven’t replied to my texts for days is not ditching you 

coneysisland

Sounds like you need a new best friend girl
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joansarc

@sourmuse literally like my best friend (using that term lightly) acts like everything is a sign and nothing is logical… the universe isn’t telling me to dump the loml because I felt crappy for one day or because something bad happened that had nothing to do with him….. I don’t get it 
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sourmuse

@joansarc sometimes the lack of logic purely astounds me bcs whatever happened to normal conversations that makes sense?!?! people nowadays just talk nonsense and the level of sheer social stupidness gen makes me angry
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

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 

joansarc

this message may be offensive
god some people piss me off soooo bad like no my skin is not breaking out because I’m with the wrong guy I had a fucking allergic reaction to skin care and no me making plans with him because you haven’t replied to my texts for days is not ditching you 

coneysisland

Sounds like you need a new best friend girl
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joansarc

@sourmuse literally like my best friend (using that term lightly) acts like everything is a sign and nothing is logical… the universe isn’t telling me to dump the loml because I felt crappy for one day or because something bad happened that had nothing to do with him….. I don’t get it 
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sourmuse

@joansarc sometimes the lack of logic purely astounds me bcs whatever happened to normal conversations that makes sense?!?! people nowadays just talk nonsense and the level of sheer social stupidness gen makes me angry
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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 

joansarc

New upload to celebrate being back (old essay that’s extremely short). Motorsport fans enjoy!
          https://www.wattpad.com/1570686538?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=postToProfile&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=joansarc

coneysisland

I have no idea what Motorsport is but I’m so excited!!!!
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joansarc

Anyone from London???

coneysisland

NO FREAKINF WAY DUDE I WANT TO LIVE IN LONDON SO BAD
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joansarc

@sourmuse OMG IM MOVING IN SEPT!!
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joansarc

guys i got all A* in my exams and got accepted to my dream university and so redownloaded wattpad in a fit of nostalgia because this is prob what got me there i love writing bring my baby back to me 

joansarc

@sourmuse UCL FOR ART HISTORY!!
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sourmuse

@joansarc OMGGG WHICH UNI AND SUBJECT???
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adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity 

coneysisland

User joansarc… return to me…

coneysisland

HOW DO I KEEP SUMMONING TOU
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joansarc

IM BACK IM SORRY 
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coneysisland

Honey the kids miss you…
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