𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 (n.)
The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛...
🥇 1st place winner of @silver_nebula ‘s ‘August Poetry Conte...
Anyone ever had a stutter? 😆 My version of a Lament! I know it's late!
@commafultips
𝓘𝓯 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮
~@Aamii
An attempt at a "Lamentation" Check out the new account @Commafultips to learn more about what we are doing to help you create 👍
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟.’
First piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ‘ dedic...
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣— 𝕠’ 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖.’
Second piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 �...
The fearful lives of food . . . if they were alive. (Somewhat related to Murder me, please.)
“So cherry be of thy rebirth by me, what thy trespassing’s stolen away.”
And I weep for the world In hopes that -
my tears can be rain upon the earth
Backstory: its about my brother that passed away 20 years ago.
He died on the same day he was born.
Shit luck eh?
They say actions speak louder than words. His are both screaming, and silent.
Love was supposed to be a road that went both ways.
𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 (n.)
The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛...
🥇 1st place winner of @silver_nebula ‘s ‘August Poetry Conte...
Anyone ever had a stutter? 😆 My version of a Lament! I know it's late!
@commafultips
𝓘𝓯 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮
~@Aamii
An attempt at a "Lamentation" Check out the new account @Commafultips to learn more about what we are doing to help you create 👍
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟.’
First piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ‘ dedic...
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣— 𝕠’ 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖.’
Second piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 �...
The fearful lives of food . . . if they were alive. (Somewhat related to Murder me, please.)
“So cherry be of thy rebirth by me, what thy trespassing’s stolen away.”
And I weep for the world In hopes that -
my tears can be rain upon the earth
Backstory: its about my brother that passed away 20 years ago.
He died on the same day he was born.
Shit luck eh?
They say actions speak louder than words. His are both screaming, and silent.
Love was supposed to be a road that went both ways.