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⠀⠀ ﹠. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ what’s ⠀ ⠀ ⠀worth ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ keeping, ⠀ sun ⠀ ⠀ still ⠀ ⠀ sinking ⠀ ⠀⠀ “ .͟.͟. ” ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ down ⠀ ⠀ ﹠. ⠀ ⠀ down ⠀ ⠀⠀ once ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ again.

⠀ ᴴᴼᴺᴼᴿ ⠀ 𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.⠀ , ⠀
Joined January 2025
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like the world’s tallest self————supporting tower / at least for a little while, anyway.
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little close there, arthur.
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.. nm. dutch. ( easy to pretend everything’s normal. seemingly has to, with these folks.. ) been alright?
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gently taking @RECKONlN’s wrist, turning it over to place a braided bracelet on palm. it’s.. nothin' special. just wanted to make her something.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ violent ⠀ 𝓓𝐄͟𝐋͟𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ &. ⠀𝐕𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵̲𝑻̲⠀ENDS. ⠀⠀
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⠀&͟ … father figure of c͟r͟i͟m͟e͟.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ EVERY PLAN IS A GOOD PLAN IF WE EXECUTE IT PROPERLY. ( 𝑯OSEA —— 𝑴ATTHEWS .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ ୨ *𓃗* ୧ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ What’s It 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 anymore .ᐣ If you b͟e͟l͟i͟e͟v͟e͟ the ‘ 𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺 ’ I #𝕿𝐄𝐋𝐋 . ⠀
⠀ you deserve yourself . and I’ll return from my trip to hell as a headless horseman . ⠀
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his curiosity bleeds, quick and easy. the sudden question enough to have knife slice against smoothened oak, notching, then fully sliding thin flake into the fire before them.
backdrop transitions into something a bit slower, a casual plucking of strings——makes it a bit easier to hear charles, and vice versa——as he contemplates. there’s something to be said about own experiences, a tale of his own; a woman, …
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".. something light." he eventually decides, eyes returning to watch the deft movement of javier’s hands, expression faintly thoughtful. "𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰, think it was."
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Sean William Randall(Canadian, b.1965) Evening Path 2023
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the thrum in his veins feels fatal, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. his grip on her only tightening the barest amount —— own digits curling, pulling her impossibly close. he feels 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺. alive with something unnervingly 𝗯right.
charles tastes just how she imagined so many times before— like oak, sweet, the forest around them. hand slips under the sleeve of his shirt, fingers digging into the skin there. desperate, longing, lips crashing like waves into the other. +
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a distant, lonely part of him’s still afraid that with one wrong move he would awaken alone. only quelling the darkness when her lips return to his skin, pulling a breathless, aching laugh from his diaphragm.
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naturally he returns the affection, each kiss matched —— one to her brow, her nose, chin, then carefully over eyes..
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a hum in agreement —— the opulence of mother earth is never—ending. he just wishes this chill would ease, some.. * 💭
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hands cupped to lips, warming them with slow, even exhales. colder out, now. mind yourselves.
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you can't buy this fineness let me see the heat get to you let me watch the dressing start to peel
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.. they givin' you trouble? ( knows whatever it is that it isn’t serious —— the kind that finds their little group, that is. holds out the flask he’d been nursing to her,
[ half – asleep, staring at the log with stiff contemplation. eventually, she gives in, feet practically dragging as she lugs herself over. one leg, then the other, dropping heavy next to him. yelena's all misery and messy hair. ] at least you're normal .. &&
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a mimicry of a remedy. the fire does a poor attempt at hiding the bickering behind them. )
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