97’ Adored, Chivaaree.

b's archieve.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

(💬) 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

i wish i wrote the way i thought; obsessively, incessantly, with maddening hunger. i'd write to the point of suffocation. i'd write myself into nervous breakdown, manuscript spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. and i'd write about you a lot more than i should.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

maybe that boy just wanted a taste of the sun.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

the winter has been awfully harsh, isn't it?

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

a flock of ivory caged birds softly trill an arcadian winter hymn, despite their tethered bones, clipped wings, and the frost nipping at their flattened eyes. tenderness aches a symphony of incarceration. their feathers brittle, splintering into the dead of their nest.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

a dappped sun finally thaws their bodies, and sweet-smelling sap releases their bones. a bitter morning peels them apart. empty chest rhythm the wind, and fugue states of mind comply. they can barely even hum past the week thrums of their faint heartbeat.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

⠀
𝖫𝖠𝖯𝖠𝖪 𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖴𝖬𝖯𝖴𝖫𝖠𝖭 𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖨 𝖢𝖳𝖠𝖠𝖲𝖲 𝖢𝖳𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖲 𝟫𝟩𝖧𝖤𝖧𝖤
⠀

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

“welcome home, bright.” everyone cheered.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀glory glory, man united.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

“it was november— 𓍼 the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”

⠀⠀— 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘺, c. 25.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

i find a calm that asks for nothing but presence. some days feel like a gentle pause, a reminder that even in the simplest frames, there is room to breathe, to wander, and to just exist without hurry.

[97’ Adored, Chivaaree. @tchivaaree_]

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤthere’s a quiet kind of confidence that settles in the moments between movement and stillness, when the world feels soft around the edges and time slows just enough to catch your breath.

[BRIGHT. @brightchvr]

and someday i will return to the salt and the sea. someday to the sun. neither will be follies. tell me atlas, “what is heavier: the world or it's people heart?”

[BRIGHT. @brightchvr]

“exister est un fait, vivre est un art— une soirée inoubliable à paris.”