Shen.

𝓔ternal flower, Shen Xiaoting.

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

𑁯ᰍ ִ /  .... 𝒜 lady 𖹭𝑓 quiet grace,
ᦾhe dwelleth in her own soft haven.
𝒜 goddess 𖹭𝑓 solitude and moonlit
dreams. 𝐼n stillness, ᦾhe bloometh,
where n𖹭͏ mortal voice may reach.

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

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Her hair, as pink as her cheeks under the sunset, shimmered like rose-touched clouds—soft, fleeting, and impossibly beautiful. She was as breathtaking as pink lilies.
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[Shen. @xiaotaing]

⠀ ♡ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ּ ᅠᅠ♡ᅠᅠ ׂ
ᅠᅠ ̥ ᅠᅠ˚ ׅ ⊹ᅠ ִ ᅠ ִ

ᅠᅠ ִ ׁ ᅠ ⊹ ִ ׅ ♡ ᅠᅠ˳

[ᅠ @artindetails]

The stars in her eyes~ extinguished by the moon.

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

Choose one: 𝗢𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 or 𝗢𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗲?

The swan of purity or the siren of shadows? One dances with grace beneath the moonlight, the other dazzles in the darkness with deceit. Both are breathtaking—yet only one is true. So, who would you choose: the light or the illusion? 🦢

[₃₁₄₉ @soverenyi]

swan—girl, taking a bow as the guillotine falls down.

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

There emerged a lady, enveloped in the ethereal ambiance of vintage allure. Her countenance, breathtaking and radiant, mirrored the splendor of a 𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑦 in full bloom. With a serene demeanor, she graced the world with a timeless elegance that whispered of eras long past. 𓇗

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

잘자 ❤︎,

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

. ⠀⢀⣤⣄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣠⣶⣿⣶⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿౨ৎ ⣿⣿⣿⠏
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣧⠀⠻⣿⣿⠿⠉
⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠸⣿⣿౨ৎ ⣿⣿⠏
⠀⠈⠛⠿⣿⣿⡟

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

Her complexion was luminous, and her eyes were accentuated with precise lines and subtle shades. Her lips were painted with a perfect blend of color and precise application. All conversation ceased as everyone fixed their gaze on her beauty, down to the last detail. ⊹

[Sylvia Plath. @unabridgedplath]

doe-eyes of a strange girl with brownish hair,

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

Take me back to 𝗘𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲, where the winds embrace me with tender grace. A symphony of breezes weaves through ancient lands, whispering tales of eternal charm. Beneath the sky’s vast canvas, history hums alive. There, every corner blooms with dreams of olden days. ☁️ ⋆ ｡° ·

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

"She had enormous fairy tale eyes, like two aquamarine lights illumining darkness, eyes of such depth that lit first one felt one might fall into them as into a sea, a sea of feeling."

─ ladders to fire, by anaïs nin.

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

⊹⠀⠀⠀ ⣤⣶⠿⢖⣢⣴⣶⣦⣤⣄
⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⢁⣼⠟⣩⢤⣤⠤⣉⠻⣇⠀ ˖
⢀⣾⣿⡈⡇⢸⡏⣼⣇⡑⢀⠇⣸⢆⢿⢸⣿⣦
⣸⣿⣿⡇⠁⣀⡘⠿⠿⠿⢣⡾⢏⣼⠈⣼⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣄⠾⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣶⣿⡟⠀⣿⣿⠏
⠈⠙⠿⣿⣦⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⣠⣾⣿⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⢀⣉⣉⣩⣥⣶⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋
⁺⊹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠻⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⊹

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

♡ ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄♡ ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄♡ ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄
୨୧ .. She get up from bed early at six o'clock with her hair was un-tied and shining beautifully. 𝅄 ֹ 𐙚 She open her eyes and her bright blue eyes shining like a 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞. .. ୨୧
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄♡ ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄♡ ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄♡

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

Nurture each genuine period in the forefront of your eyes through an old antique camera. It includes every kind of analogue photography, from 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘆-𝗼𝗹𝗱 cameras that could live in a museum to cameras that once used Kodachrome and even film cameras from the early 2000s.

[𐙚 @poetrichore]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ 𝑙𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𓍼 ριᥒtᥱrᥱst 𔒌 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖉

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

[ 𑁍ࠬܓ ] As 𝓔𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒔 basks in the morning frost, she thrived in the quiet depths of souls, leaving traces of love. She was the scent carried by the mountain breeze, an 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚—delicate yet enduring, fleeting yet never forgotten. 𓂃;༊

[Shen. @xiaotaing]

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Like petals unfurling at dawn, she bloomed softly in hearts, leaving behind whispers of love. She was the scent carried by the wind, the fleeting beauty.
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[𐙚 @poetrichore]

️ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 公主 ꒱ ۪ ݁ ൃ ̮͡✿𝆬 𝓟𝙧𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗲𝙨𝙨𝗂𝗇𝗴 . ۫ ꣑ৎ .