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as she feels it, any could observe it. a fish out of water. an angel out of heaven. slithering snake, it slips from its perch to appear next to cherubic figure. “are you lost, darling?”
݁ 𝖆𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐥͟ 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 ⋆ 𐙚 ̊@luxwoes
she can feel that she doesn't belong. anyone could. she may as well just ignore any inkling to inquire where she was. her heart fluttered within her chest as her eyes darted around quickly in terrified observance.
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“You are not one of 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦,” it noted, a faint simper tugging at once downturned edges. Gentle was the hand that slipped beneath offering to cup, fingers of its other hand similar in touch as it drifted along stitched flesh.
Man-made, it mused, and yet as marvelous as ———
𝓸𝑧𝑦𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠.@lifesrecourse
A question forever unanswered, worthy only in the moment of its asking. A stranger who proves themself worthy through the very act, unextended by the presuming nature of the common man. Curiosity defeats suspicion, nurtured by good will; a minute nod, and he extends his hand.
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pathetic to some, fun to others.
the 𝔟𝘰͟𝘺 𝒌͟𝒊͟𝒏͟𝒈 .@grewinhunts
believe me, it’s less pathetic for you if you aren’t real.
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How curious. Frame sauntered closer, peering upon mending wreckage with interesting.
“What are you?” There was no malice in the question, a purity lacking grievance. A hand extended, stilling before it broached personal space. “May I?”
𝓸𝑧𝑦𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠.@lifesrecourse
Sizzling ember released from fingers, charred flesh mending in the time that it takes to wound it. Pain lingers, then pain fades—in the fading is the remaining cold. Unchanged. Slow blink at the other's presence, quietly questioning.
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╱ fuck djt. fuck ice. no human is illegal. free palestine, congo, and sudan and all other occupied lands. trans rights are human rights. love is love. black lives matter. science is real. support artists, not ai slop.
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