𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐.

ars longa, vita brevis. * he / they

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

boy • hood, / noun: scraped knees, blood beneath the bandages, split lip, split knuckles, split heart, a body meant for songs, shivers, sighs, for fleeing like a ghost afraid of the light any time someone speaks your name.

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

a lonely person, particularly due
to an abundance of suspicion
his adoptive 𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟 had installed
in them from childhood.

‶ Your face speaks surfer to me.
Perhaps running away to the sea ? ″

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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Despite of how grown of a
desire it was to plea to the
other for polite allusions to
the alumni, the historian had
been messed with by those
youthful jesters sufficient times
to comprehend. The golden
...

[𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐⸺ ͟𝑵͟𝑰͟𝑮͟𝑯͟𝑻͟𝑴͟𝑨͟𝑹͟𝑬 .ᐟ @constcllationsx]

“ Yeah. ” he huffed with a laugh, but theirs were more . . . angelic. Meanwhile his laugh sounded like an off-key piano. such a great impression to make.

“ It’s not really the department. It’s the little dimwits, mind you I love them, who don’t read the syllabus. ”

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

unravel any prevailing cyst
of desolation.

‶ Holidays are nearby. Are
there any schedules escapades
to maintain your energies up ? ″

Soft brown eyes swore a meek
liking for the other. Amadeo was
...

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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‶ Traumas ? ″ Their angelical
laugh echoed as he marched
to the machine concealed
behind the nearby corner.
‶ What are they doing to you
in the privacy of your
department ? ″

A coin was introduced.
A snack fell.

[𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐⸺ ͟𝑵͟𝑰͟𝑮͟𝑯͟𝑻͟𝑴͟𝑨͟𝑹͟𝑬 .ᐟ @constcllationsx]

“ It’s either a snack or a drink. Or ten sessions of therapy to get over my department traumas. So yes, a snack would be very helpful right now. ”

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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‶ Would a snack be helpful ?
The new additions of nut bars
to the vending machines are
delicious. Better than a hug. ″

[𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐⸺ ͟𝑵͟𝑰͟𝑮͟𝑯͟𝑻͟𝑴͟𝑨͟𝑹͟𝑬 .ᐟ @constcllationsx]

“ it's been a rough day. ”

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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‶ Your face screams exhaustion. ″

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

instruments was monumental when
it came to Abigail.

‶ Are you an urban photographer ? ″

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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The revolutions of his heartbeat
had finally unwinded to a medium
state of placidity. Amadeo thought
their focus capable once again of
a legitimable appreciation of the
other. The absence of photographic
&͟.͟

[𝓪𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝓽𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. @l0stpolaroid]

his comment prompted a short
laugh out of her, not mocking,
just amused, surprised by it.

“ i try. it’s not been easy lately. ”

the ring-clad hand returned the
stick to its rightful place, in between
her lips, before she took another
long drag.

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

returned to her before the smoke
was expelled nasally.

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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‶ You're warm. ″

The observation sprang without
thinking process. The blush on
their nose and ears spread to
his cheeks, camouflaged by the
appalling temperature.

A drag was stolen. The nicotine
&͟.͟

[𝓪𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝓽𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. @l0stpolaroid]

“ good morning. ” a tired smile from
her part after exhaling the smoke
from her lungs, “ i wouldn’t. here. ”

turning her hand around, so as to
not burn him, she brushed it against
his as she carefully set the cigarette
between his fingers.

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

and without a proper suggestion on
your part to receive it. I apologize.
You are easy to speak to, a sweet
and honest listener too. ″

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

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Their cardiac tempo was forgotten.
Louis was acquainted with their
fixation, althought the extent of
such knowledge was undefined.
Dire, still. A sigh dilated their
nostrils as a honeyed grin
soothed the tense expression
&͟

[‍ ˗ˏˋ louis .ᐟ @saintdpdl]

Sure it was a little. . . Odd. But then again, between juggling life and work— the blasé way he approached most things when they pertained to himself, he didn’t question.

“Oh, okay. For a second I thought somethin’ might be on my face.” A gentle jest, light in delivery—

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

in Italy. He is independent, not
of an age that ruins his capacities
yet, but he may have felt offended
after my older sibling visited him,
whereas I chose to stay ... That
may have been too much information,
&͟.͟

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

https://t.co/tcMpvqT5Iq BLESS HIS HEART 😭😭😭😭

[‍ ˗ˏˋ louis .ᐟ @saintdpdl]

Sure it was a little. . . Odd. But then again, between juggling life and work— the blasé way he approached most things when they pertained to himself, he didn’t question.

“Oh, okay. For a second I thought somethin’ might be on my face.” A gentle jest, light in delivery—

[𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒̲𝑠̲𝑠̲𝑜̲𝑟̲ 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒐. @ARSLONGUS]

@novelledges https://t.co/tcMpvqT5Iq wagging my tail like a hellicopter