II don’t know if this is the right place to post this, if not please point me to the right direction. have an ick with repetition and don’t know how to make it stop
LIies are an Eden, and Truth is Pandemonium.Y long for what I can not have. Apples far off and away. Aloft in trees of golden fruit.
Aet it is not. It is nothing. It is empty.
I kiss. A flame. A love.
A still daydream of what you could be to me.
ching empty. Wistful agony.
Faces and places blur at the edges, drifting quietly through the room. Then the secrets come apart in the air—hidden at first, then revealed, such as stones at the bottom of a river. I watch them without moving, as water shapes the earth and memory settles into silence.
TDurn this photo of my beagle into an intentionally ugly and funny doodle-style character, like a child’s crayon drawing. Use rough black crayon or pencil outlines with messy scribble coloring.ogs of Threads New trend di GPT Prompt :
CTried with happiness because their hunger was finally coming to an end.he children cried when they were told that they would be eating their brother for breakfast.
You’ve heard of “girl math.” Now get ready for “writer math” where one comment is equal to 100 likes and on BIG comment is worth someone cradling you and kissing your forehead.