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@livefastmax
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شامل ہوئے Aralık 2025
56 فالونگ56 فالوورز
from her bones. it remains as it always has, a haunting, a phantom limb, a sore in the lungs. it still feels weird to be back, caught in a town unchanged and unmade: she sloughed off the skin of this coastal purgatory like a molting cicada, yet here she remains, drawn back to
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the girl of the grain and the light-leak, suspended in a pendulum of their own making: max is mottled with wistfulness, the woodchips a mosaic of rot and cedar, a mulch of forgotten recesses. five years in the glass-eyed glare of seattle have not purged the marrow of this place
ًً@morphopriced
the swing-set groans under the weight of the years, a shrill, rhythmic screech that cuts through the stagnant air of the park. cold iron biting through the shoulder of her jacket as she leans against the rusted frame. cobalt irises follow the drag of the bruised sunset light
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the seat. she kicks at meandering mulch, bark dust grating beneath her feet. “this place used to give me the heebie-jeebies like crazy, @morphopriced.”
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the sun is dripping. spilling, a bloated and jaundiced eye, bleeding its clambering light over the empty playground, baptizing the rusted iron in its false sanctity. the swing-set is claimed once, twice; she finds girlhood in the weight of the saddle, nostalgia in the cradle of
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history can’t help repeating itself, i guess.
ᅠ 𑣲ℛachel.,ᅠ@r4chelambre
ㅤ'abraxas this, abraxas that,' don't care, bored. the vortex club would have every single one of you running away crying.
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her pale hand rises to massage the throbbing temples where the hot blood gallops, a wilting lily in the gloom. each throb is a heavy, velvet-wrapped blow, each wince an awful crater of misery. this is ridiculous, she thinks, grimacing with an awkward, fractured grin. “yes, yeah.
𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑰@borrowedfaces
she notices it before max even says anything. it’s small, subtle, but safi doesn’t miss things like that. the shift in her posture. the way her hand comes up too fast. the way her breathing stutters like something just… hit. “hey—” it’s immediate, low, sharp with attention, ——
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