sailor

Life happens so fast....
          
          sailor xoxo

Social feed? Is this like a Wattpad x Goodreads convergence? 

Would you read a short book where fwb turns into romance? 
          
          berry xx

Hello! I would love to make a discord community for readers and writers. Wattpad and off Wattpad, you're all invited. For that to happen I would love to see how many people are interested. I want y'all to promote your works, share ideas, favourite titles, thoughts, and become friends. 
          Even if you read 2 books a year or 20 a year, you read twice a week or twice a day, have a writer's block or write actively, even if you want to write and don't know where to start! You are welcome to share your experiences and passions. You must be over 13 years old to enter. 
          
          If you are interested leave your discord account and add me (I need to know who you are to accept you). I will make an announcement when the server is ready and add it to my link tree in my bio. ❤️

Is Wattpad still alive or just a deserted island? 
          
          berry xx

And it was quiet. For the first time, her mind went quiet. And he shyly wrapped his arm around her while her head rested on his shoulder, listening to his favourite song by Deftones. 
          I think that was the moment they both knew that this won't ever be a simple friendship. That will either be a great love or the deepest wound...
          
          Always B. Liliy
          Versions of Love #2
          
          Berry xx

I remember being 8 years old when I told my parents that I don't feel loved. [...] Instead of them being concerned, they attacked me with arguments like "we give you food, clothes, a roof over your head, we send you to school. Isn't that enough?"
          I was feeling unloved because I was treated differently, unlike my sister. I was scolded for things she wasn't, I was always blamed for her mistakes. And all I had to do was shut up and feel grateful I am not being kicked out. [...]
          
          Always B. Liliy - Versions of love #1
          
          Berry xx

Ambar and Simon are my favorite enemies to lovers

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