⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𖣂 angelic silk-skinned. /k/

Joined May 2012
(Writer’s Note)_★ Due to personal reasons, I decided to take some rest for an unspecified time. FUB free if you no longer wish to stay connected, ya. I’ll use this account for updates-only. See you when I see you, pals!
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🍁 (..) A new dawn rises where an old season falls away, and I, Khalianne Evere, am here for 𝗦𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗡𝗼. 𝟮𝟱: 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻. Set to witness this passage unfold from fading remnants into something newly rooted. 𑁍
⠀ 𓅫..) Birdsongs awaken the woodland, echoed by water cascading over rocks. Under mossy roots and lofty canopies, the mist lingers on 𝗦𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗡𝗼. 𝟮𝟱: 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻. Amid this lush silence, something new takes form, marking a start. 🌱 ⠀
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See you when I see you, worthderful. ♥︎
Replying to @Camiesroom
Until our paths cross again, @_karin officially left the garden due to a personal reason. Thank you for being part of our story, and we wish you nothing but happiness ahead.
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Sunlit pixels and lively chaos portray her like a summer daydream. :🐈‍⬛💭: Raven hair flows over a green tank, hoop earrings glint in the light, and playful glances flirt with the camera, finger to lips, hand in hair, eyes full of my charm! ✷
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Oh! Long raven strands cascade like silk ink, framing a gaze that holds both distance and invitation. Crouched, seated, reaching… I exist in the liminal space between analog stillness and digital daydream, where every pose feels like a whispered poem written in monochrome.
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( 🕷️📮, ) … “Spider-rina comes across the world to you!”
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Just here… with my hands resting against the railing, my heart carrying all its small, unspoken things, and the evening wrapping itself around me like a silk ribbon. I think I’ve always loved places where nature and silence meet.
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In the calm, muted sanctuary of sage walls, the gentle glow softly illuminates the delicate embroidery of midnight flowers on my sheer bodice. I feel the quiet strength that comes from simply being in my own skin, it’s an act of acknowledgment.
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✺> “When I look into the mirror, I see myself again and again”: /long dark waves flowing,/ /silver earrings shimmering softly,/ /the flowing black skirt spreading like liquid night around me./
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I stand quietly in this peaceful space, my long black hair gently flowing down one side, softly framing a face tilted slightly with gentle confidence. The oversized black Prada jacket drapes from my shoulders like a comforting midnight cloak.
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Behind me, the warm wood, the sculpted white wall, the vivid orange seat all fade into a serene backdrop for this moment of calm and introspection. I am both the observer and the observed, wrapped in quiet grace, allowing the silence to speak of inner strength.
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