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weepingcherrytree · 3 months
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— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.
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weepingcherrytree · 3 months
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Our eyes are too smooth to feel this weathered, and these words are too cruel for intentions to matter.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 3 months
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Our eyes are too smooth to feel this weathered, and these words are too cruel for intentions to matter. Heartfelt monologues, slipping through numb fingers, until voices fade for far too long, causing barren skin to wither.
For how long could we brush past each other’s souls? Absent familiarity, bleeding passions whole. From smiling and sharing the same bed, to staring at white ceilings and praying for signs overhead.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 4 months
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Just say yes. Cross our hearts and hope to fly, two alabaster doves carved in a whirling ballet. For it’s now or forever, mi amor — lest we allow the specter of this love to peer back at us from beneath the red velvet drapes of haunted hearts until our dying days. Why bask in nostalgia, when we could spend the rest of our lives riding the wisps of the very ink swirls that pen our next wistful daydream? Drink pints of euphoria with me in the corners of the mind where happiness floats, free for the taking. Peel back the layers of my soul the world will never see, knowing that every scar beneath your red opera mask is also safe with me. I will be the peace that illuminates the softest of your feathers, without rustling, and your arms will be the sanctuary I’ve always known they could be.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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Glee can be found in the dimpling of baby cheeks— sinking with pure joy.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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Gather the dust of this supernova fallout— make me whole again.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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r o s e s & g o l d
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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Sage tears, bending the willow—whispers through the leaves. For whom, does she grieve?
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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His scales were hot beneath her golden brown fingers, like scorching obsidian in the harvest sun. The winged black beast bowed his head before her, and she wasn’t sure she had ever witnessed such depth of sorrow before. Not in human eyes, anyway. Midnight blues, dripping with misery from a bottomless well… Her heart melted. Was this empathy of her own volition? Or part of the dragon’s powers? She no longer cared. She pulled on his reigns, knowing she needed to set him free. Whatever the cost.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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– Juansen Dizon
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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“I don’t want to fight,” I say, my blade at your throat. It’s hard to tell the red flags from white when our blood stains them both.
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 7 months
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autumn vibes 🍁🎀🍂🩰🎃💗
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frosty pinks & earth tones, cozy sweaters & knee-high socks, embroidered backpacks, sipping on hot tea & coffee while walking around campus, lighting pumpkin-scented candles while studying, mitski & fiona apple, watching comfort shows while wrapped in blankets, long pajama sets, heart-shaped lockets, fuzzy robes & sugar-scented moisturizers, eating warm baked cookies while watching lectures, wool socks, wearing a puffer jacket & leg warmers on the way to the gym, popcorn & hot cocoa in the evenings
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weepingcherrytree · 9 months
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So I stood in abject horror, frost crystallizing every petal, until we were no longer lovers in bloom—but frozen roses. Nothing but a half-kept aura whose shimmer faded like freckles after a long, shadowed winter. No room for false devotions…
— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree
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weepingcherrytree · 11 months
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Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)
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weepingcherrytree · 11 months
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— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”
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weepingcherrytree · 11 months
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Opalescent scales, exchanged for a kiss— instead, she's turned into foam...
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