kawatas

Wow this app has fallen off so haaard omg  this holds so many memories! I’m literally 20 years old now!! I haven’t even touched a fanfiction in years hahaha. I don’t know if this will reach any of my followers but I hope you’re all doing okay and achieving everything you set out to do. Stay safe and blessed :) good things await you

Xx_H3rm1one_xX

@kawatas i’m soon 20 and istg no one talks or on the app that much anymore kinda sad bc i love spamming my wall
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kawatas

Wow this app has fallen off so haaard omg  this holds so many memories! I’m literally 20 years old now!! I haven’t even touched a fanfiction in years hahaha. I don’t know if this will reach any of my followers but I hope you’re all doing okay and achieving everything you set out to do. Stay safe and blessed :) good things await you

Xx_H3rm1one_xX

@kawatas i’m soon 20 and istg no one talks or on the app that much anymore kinda sad bc i love spamming my wall
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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 

kk3isu

hello, it’s been a while ! i hope you’re doing well, and i hope you still remember me :] 

kawatas

@kk3isu i’m a year late but wow this app has died sm, i literally forgot about it and just remembered it existed today! i hope you’re doing ok and i hope your 2026 is going well. may you and your loved ones safe n happy!
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kawatas

why are so many fanfics on here so trashy nowadays oh my lord can i get one good story written well thats understandable 

bxbcles

@kawatas YES bro omg so many fiends on ao3 its wild
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h3nta1_h03

Low-key I think growing up has to do with it. Before I used to love reading fanfics after re reading some of them I realised how ass they were and weren’t understandable 
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kawatas

and AO3 full of deviant ass gooners it doesnt get any worse than this i fear
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

0RPHANXDESTR0YER

Kawa can you do me a favor? Could you read sundered for me and tell me what you think of it so far, I feel like my new chapter was a bit off.

0RPHANXDESTR0YER

Thanks Kawa!:D
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kawatas

demon slayer fanfic or another (better) tokyo revengers fanfic
          i cant rlly decide tbh

halloghost

@kawatas the tokyo revengers bc ur other one Wass rlly good
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0RPHANXDESTR0YER

@kawatas idk bro, I'd read anything at this point
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity