Personal Message
the worst part of love is that i remember it. i walk around all day thinking: i'm going to die in this universe you loved me in.
literate + detailed, novella. semi—lit is okay. you do not have to match my length; quality over quantity.
slow, please be patient. you're welcome to bump after seven days minimum of no reply. keep ooc seperate from ic, i am not my muse, vice versa.
always open to plot or brainstorm. typically leans toward angsty themes, but anything else is entirely fine, too. nsfw + ic drama should be plotted beforehand.
emptiness burrows, sticks out like thorns to rose, coldness running through veins and bleeds into words. laughter chimes only when presence is found lingering amongst others. but even then, it belongs to same pair of hands that hold the shattered pieces of hearts.
the prince. doe—eyed, siren—eyed. rose—tinted, plump lips. beauty—marks rest underneath orbs.
coffee. parties. crowds. fashion. accessories. animals. art museums.
loneliness. eggplants. small talk. painting. boredom. spring. skinship.
reading. dancing. playing sports. photographing. listening to music.
splashing paint over blank canvases. biting nails. silence as the mask for emotions. frequent hand movements.
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