‹ 𝕴 𝐍 𝐒 𝐂 𝐀 𝐏 𝐄 𐀔 ᜴ 𝐆 𝕽 Λ 𝐏 𝐇 𝚰 𝐂 𝐒 𓁿 ⸃𒀭 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖀𝐍𝑰𝑸𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐒ƎИƆƎ ♱ 𝐒𝐇Ø𝐖𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄诗歌. 𝐀 𝓓𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝓸𝓯 𝕬𝐑𝐓 𓉳 ❷❺ ────── ❦︎ ──────𑁍 𝕲𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦, 𝐈 am 𝐈vy and this is a little g͟r͟a͟p͟h͟i͟c͟s͟ showcase of mine. 𝐈 hope you have a good time whilst scrolling through my old & new graphics collection. ❪ 谢谢 ❫ 𓆤 ────── ❦︎ ────── ‹ 𝕴 V 𝐘 '𝒮 𝐆 ℱ 𝐗 © 𝟮𝗸𝟮𝟰 🜲 Ø𝗡𝗚Ø𝕀𝗡𝗚 ˖ଘ…
a bottle.her heart.they have something in common.a bottle cages something inside,holds it. her heart cages the pain,the sadness, the ink.ink of black lies, betrayal,regret, the overwhelming thoughts.it bottles everything and anything,until it overflows.it bursts open,pouring out the emotions.when she opens them up,people turn deaf.some try to help, but to no avail.it's been just her from the very beginning.nothing to understand, they say.cage them in, they say.never let them out, she says.─ luce.↳ book one of her series. ‧₊❪ a collection of random thoughts, some messages, and poems by yours truly. ❫all rights reserved.lowercase intended.do not copy or repost.› cover by - @zlxtie› milestones -#2 in sadpoems on 25th december.#9 in poetrycollection on 26th december.#9 in poembook on 18th january.#6 in poembook on 12th feb.#5 in poembook on 15th feb.#10 in midnightmemories on 15th feb.#2 in sadpoems on 16th feb.…
"A little revisit to a past, shall we make it into a recreation?"Another mere mission-or so did it seem-wouldn't bring that tremendous of a change, would it? Dasom clicked her tongue as she read through the documents which were carelessly scattered on the table, the inked details seemed perfect until they weren't. Her left eye twitched as she inspected the bottom of the page."This is a shared mission?!"Dasom Yor, a renowned female agent has been hired for a mission. Born to be a lone wolf in the world of misfits, she was paired with two men, the two of them being total strangers to her casual judgement."Familiarity has never been this familiar before."Park Jimin has just painted his hands with blood. Forced to perform tasks he never imagined he would do, would he be able to achieve his ultimate aim? A blood serenade."It was planned, was it not?"Illicit murders and crimes are deep rooted within his veins, would an assassin as lethal as Jeon Jungkook be able to save a day?With assistance of eachother, the three of them are forced into uncanny paths they never dreamt of unfolding. This mission spoke to three of them, three tunes, three meanings, three endings, an unknown way out.────────────Status: On-going.All rights reserved.Do not copy or repost.© doobdeeCover Credits:─▸ ❝ @ [ @doobdee ]…
irises painted in hundred hues, yet the ones which spoke to her were those sunkissed, honey spirals he viewed the world with,the strength he displayed in corners so rough stood just like comforting softness he had for her,in october, fathom they fell, those melancholic nightmares were now a serenade she could tell,from an amort distance that stood midway, the ariose of the hearts still managed to sway,them; crestfallen once were renowned, a little talk left them astounded,weren't the romeo-juliet, neither an epitome of a classic romance, nor a jaunt on the hunt for love.their bond casted a seraphic spell, there appeared angels in hell,she had insecurities lining up in thousands, embracing those, he never failed to call her beautiful,he had one wish, for her to see herself with those honey eyes of his,maybe afar, maybe near, the thought of losing her would always be his fear,still waiting for that kiss, he knows it would be quite an enchanting bliss.raced his heart winning the imaginary race, he cannot wait to meet that adorable face.- ivy.✿𝆬 ⏝ ˖ book three of her series.a collection of dark, suicidal poems, maybe a few messages and cringe romantic poems. (yes, i am going to write a lotta romantic stuff, be prepared :p).all rights reserved.do not copy or repost.lowercase intended.…
her heart was just like a bottle, she said.now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured,her reflection is buried in those pieces,luminatining under the moonroof.her dread was stapled,the bones in her were now withered.the soul that her eyes carried,now carried those tears.those tears pushed by her, far long,and her soul began to drown.alive but lifeless, she smoked her chance,alive but lifeless, she was a blooming life once.under the lune she mourned now,suffocating herself was her lethal flaw.the moonlight pierced within her death eyes,lifting her crushed soul, engulfing her cries.- luce.↳ book two of her series. ‧₊❪ a collection of random thoughts, some messages, and poems by yours truly. ❫all rights reserved.lowercase intended.do not copy or repost.…