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“𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 is, impossibly nimble flames that toy with dusk. A dance back and forth where the two never truly meet. 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 is, the way my heart swells watching leaves grow when my palm rests on a tree.”
𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.
Lay with me in the flames, @Stipatoris. Burn it all to nothing for we are everything. Stay with me under the veil of night, wishing wishes on stars of forever. Disappear with me into the divine lines of the fire. Silken braids of light, taking heaven on earth higher.
Knowing I get the privilege of loving you for eternity, my soul cannot fathom the beauty ahead of us.
You, my one and only, have too saved me in ways unimaginable.
I am the wicked witch wanting to cage all these babies, @FlameOfGrief, @AshStainedPalms, @AlluringThrills, in an unbreakable room so they can never be corrupted (we're not considering their already existing levels of corruption, ok).
In the poverty of the mind, infinite sadness is fiercely determined to write conclusions simply to have something to hold on to.
I’m not the kind of pretty that’s easily loved. Something can be beautiful and also radiate the danger of the flame. Different flavors of fire.
Autumn is strange magic. Trees burning without heat. Leaves falling like embers still crackling at our feet. And as for us?
We walk around with smoldering chests. Smoke billowing out with every breath. Our existence most alive in the presence of death.