𖨂 ⋮ 𝒍𝚒𝑛𝑛𝚎𝚊 。 retweeted
mortar and pestle wielded in fervour, a pile of abundance awaits the inevitable blend. as earth begins its rebirth so too must the dryad —— to borrow and to return —— if only to seek forgiveness from memories lost to time.
mortar and pestle wielded in fervour, a pile of abundance awaits the inevitable blend. as earth begins its rebirth so too must the dryad —— to borrow and to return —— if only to seek forgiveness from memories lost to time.
𖨂 ⋮ 𝒍𝚒𝑛𝑛𝚎𝚊 。 retweeted
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ㅤ ❛ 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ғᴏʀ ᴜɴᴊᴜsᴛ 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 ；
𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛs ―
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛɪᴇsᴛ ᴏғ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 、
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 ❜
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❛ but why? ❜ efforts undone, flora fleeting between fingertips. and yet, she persisted, flesh stained in nature’s pigments like some blood soaked tragedy. and perhaps it was a tragedy, an endless loop of hope befallen into a misery *
