softlywoven

Hey cutiepie! thank you so much for adding my book to your reading list and for voting them✨.I hope you will continue to read them! 🤗
          
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Hey! Just wanted to drop by and say how happy and thankful I am you added my books to your reading lists. Also thank you so much for voting on my books. It really means a lot to me ❤️

Hey, love(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥
          
          I came across your profile while looking for readers who genuinely enjoy this genre, and I thought I’d reach out.
          
          I’ve started writing a story that focuses on slow burn, emotional tension, and character depth, it's an ideology contrast. If that’s something you like, you can give it a try I would love to have you as my reader.
          
          No pressure — only if it fits your taste.
          
          Looking forward to connecting more along the way ✨
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405547302
          

Hii there! I hope you're doing well. I know this is super random, but I was wondering if you perhaps have Occamys BTS fanfics? I missed the sending period and I really want to read them again.
          If you do, could you please share it to my email maxineiadonis@gmail.com
          Thank you for your time ✨ 

thank you for adding Amor Tam Pulcher to your reading list darlinggg ❤️ 

Hi you sound like an absolute sweetheart! I’d love for you to check out Fighter, my latest Jungkook fanfiction (ofc if you have time)

Thank you for your love and support for Moirai ❤

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 

OMGGG thanks a ton for the followww 
          you have no idea how much it means to me fr 
          like… you just unlocked ✨VIP access✨ to my chaotic lil brain full of angst, fluff, drama & delulu dreams 
          
          i seriously hope you vibe with my stories, scream at the slowburns, cry with the soft bois, and maybe even fall in love with a mafia king or two 
          
          feel free to drop by the comments anytime and scream with me hehe 
          ily already okay?? take care & happy reading 

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