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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

- Pierrot
Pinned
𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟, 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟
𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣
𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖

𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐, 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐
𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌
What was that? She couldn't hear you.
November 12, 2025 at 4:35 AM
She was silent for a moment before leaning forward, placing a hand on his for comfort while using this to see his lips better.

"I understand. It makes moving forward feel difficult sometimes."
"I suppose..."

He was thinking back to many things - lost friends, old lovers, and lives he couldn't save.

"Regrets mostly."
. . .

"Do you wabt to talk about it? It must be heavy if it's causing you stress."
November 11, 2025 at 6:52 PM
. . .

"Do you wabt to talk about it? It must be heavy if it's causing you stress."
"Nothing, inherently to itself. My birthday simply makes me think of other things related to time and such..."
November 11, 2025 at 6:15 PM
//is my first official interaction going to be me being mean to Char? Maybe.
November 11, 2025 at 4:27 PM
🧍‍♀️

What's wrong with being 29?
He's a little stressed out about his birthday tomorrow.

He's turning 29.
November 11, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Stretching-
November 11, 2025 at 4:22 AM
Take a breath. En pointe. Bend, then breathe.
November 11, 2025 at 2:55 AM
< Very demure and mindful
November 11, 2025 at 2:46 AM
//Why yes, I did use Jason Walker's Echo when I made the pinned. How did you know?
November 11, 2025 at 2:09 AM
Reposted by ̶M̶a̶y̶a̶ ̶L̶o̶p̶e̶z̶ 𝔼𝕔𝕙𝕠
November 10, 2025 at 4:38 PM
November 10, 2025 at 7:36 PM
//i'm not going to be able to do first person for everything. Probably only for certain pov things
November 10, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Sweet and sour chicken it is.
November 10, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Perhaps I should order something. Pizza, maybe takeout.
November 10, 2025 at 4:46 PM
November 10, 2025 at 4:38 PM
I woke in my bed, the familiar walls greeting me. The smell is the same. A picture frame lay next to the bed, face down. I dare not look. It's a photo of me and 𝘩𝘪𝘮, back before I learned the truth.

I get up, going to the kitchen. I check the cabinets, noting the fresh food in them. Not much, but
November 10, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Home. The word tasted almost foreign in my mouth. Home meant so much. The memories, the connections, the food, the sights and smells, the people. And here I was, in the very place I had known as home for most of my life. The scents of corner store pizza and halal eateries. The sight of people
November 10, 2025 at 5:57 AM
𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟, 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟
𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣
𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖

𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐, 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐
𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌
November 10, 2025 at 5:10 AM
November 10, 2025 at 5:07 AM
Aᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ Iɴғᴏ
November 10, 2025 at 5:07 AM