for i don't know if I'd been doing all these things in exchange of being humane; to love, to regain, to empathize or to suffer. i don't know what i could possibly be. you are both heaven and hell, for I would dare do anything to reach you—I've become human upon reaching your kingdom—and therefore I am human; I'll inevitably fall and lose wings that dared to soar higher than your love, you are as cruel as the depths of hell could ever be.
you don't need to create scars when I've scarred you more than what a mere blade can do. the dagger you hold, instead of your veins, hold it across my arteries.
i always looked at you contently with admiration. why is it now—I couldn't? although we're in the same city, same town, same country, same time zone, why don't we ever cross each other's path? all i could ever give you is a wistful glimpse, and I'd be torn to shreds all over again.
i saw the leaves of my favorite tree fell today. It fluttered along with the winds, It was pretty relieving to watch—like how its leaves will someday flee from the tree's branches, and the tree will somehow look lifeless and ugly, but soon—anticipating the next season, I'm sure to watch it grow a healthy green foliage.
i'll never be able to understand empathy. indifferent was how you talked. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm doing what I can, im sorry if it does not please you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was careless pls
a crucial battle with fate. i'm not meant to succumb as in weak-willed. escape and disappear, twist the hands of time, return and be selfish enough to make it yours once more. I'll erase myself from history and write me as yours again. ink your blood and add an entry to your diary filled with thoughts with anything but just me.
ᛝ lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley ⁀➴
when those blue flowers bloomed in serenity, along with it dispersed the existence of your smile; now its desaturated—old, dusty and mold lives within it. perhaps because i kept it in a rash, or it might've consumed the same cigarette i did.
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⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
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for i don't know if I'd been doing all these things in exchange of being humane; to love, to regain, to empathize or to suffer. i don't know what i could possibly be. you are both heaven and hell, for I would dare do anything to reach you—I've become human upon reaching your kingdom—and therefore I am human; I'll inevitably fall and lose wings that dared to soar higher than your love, you are as cruel as the depths of hell could ever be.
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
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you don't need to create scars when I've scarred you more than what a mere blade can do. the dagger you hold, instead of your veins, hold it across my arteries.
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
.12
i always looked at you contently with admiration. why is it now—I couldn't? although we're in the same city, same town, same country, same time zone, why don't we ever cross each other's path? all i could ever give you is a wistful glimpse, and I'd be torn to shreds all over again.
somewhere tonight - beach house
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
.22
i saw the leaves of my favorite tree fell today. It fluttered along with the winds, It was pretty relieving to watch—like how its leaves will someday flee from the tree's branches, and the tree will somehow look lifeless and ugly, but soon—anticipating the next season, I'm sure to watch it grow a healthy green foliage.
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
.77
i'll never be able to understand empathy. indifferent was how you talked. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm doing what I can, im sorry if it does not please you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was careless pls
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
.22
a crucial battle with fate. i'm not meant to succumb as in weak-willed. escape and disappear, twist the hands of time, return and be selfish enough to make it yours once more. I'll erase myself from history and write me as yours again. ink your blood and add an entry to your diary filled with thoughts with anything but just me.
ᛝ lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley ⁀➴
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
.56
we are just as paradoxical. incohesive and obscure.
୭˚. ᵎᵎ sabotage - laufey ゛
⌗ !! ꒰ As4kuraa ꒱ ⋮ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪼
.25
when those blue flowers bloomed in serenity, along with it dispersed the existence of your smile; now its desaturated—old, dusty and mold lives within it. perhaps because i kept it in a rash, or it might've consumed the same cigarette i did.
₍^. .^₎Ⳋ string of hearts - xela fella ٠࣪⭑