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Hey, can you checkout my account @augustsanity for romcom chaos and drama. Here stories are mostly short reads, epistolary, friendship as core theme. No exaggerated nonsense just pure bliss comedy and romance, obviously.
          
          Lots of love and success to you✨️

ALL THE BESTTTT FOR BIOOOO
          
          PHOD KE ANA ❤️

Hey lovelies! ✨
          
          I hope this message isn’t annoying… if it is, I’ll remove it.
          But could you please try my new book? I’d be truly grateful. 
          
          I just dropped a brand-new story —
          a tale of two heartbroken souls who slowly stitch each other back together…
          with love, trust, passion, and all the soft, sweet feelings your heart craves. 
          
          ✨ Tropes: second-chance romance, forced marriage
          ✨ If you’re in the mood for a cute, warm, love-filled story that hugs your heart…
          this one’s for YOU! 
          
          Give it a chance, dear! 
          https://www.wattpad.com/user/RomanceBook_writer
          
          Your next favorite romance might be waiting for you. 

Heyyy butterfly  wanna try another book??
          This is my friend's 1st story YAMINI
            please give them a try you must like.. 
          1.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/394385990?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=WriterzzTales
          
          
          
          
          Her I'd-  WriterzzTales 
          Instagram - writerzz_._tales

Um so anyone up?

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 

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 

BAEEE (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠） *clings onto you*

NEEEHUUUUU 
          
          hi (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
          
          Ps. I know you probably forgot me, but this is your Ari baby here;))