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ꫝꪖ᥅ꪊ⋆🐾°. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃✒️๋࣭ ⭑🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑⛓🩸

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Comparing Kennedy's death to Lincoln's gives you a host of weird coincidences. Some examples are: Both Presidents were shot in the head, on the Friday before a major holiday, whilst seated beside their wives, neither of whom were injured Both were in the presence of another couple, and in each case that man was also wounded by the assassin. After both assassinations there were loud and insistent claims that the fatal shot must have come from a different direction. Each President in his thirties married a socailly prominent twenty-four year old girl who spoke French fluently. Both had been boat captains. Both were related to a U.S. Senator, Attorney General, ambassador to Great Britain, and the mayor of Boston. Each had been elected to Congress in the year '47 and were vice-presidential runners-up in the year '56. Each was elected president in '60. Both had a friend named Billy Graham and knew an Adlai Stevenson. President Kennedy had a secretary named Mrs. Lincoln and President Lincoln had a secretary named John Kennedy. The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters. Both were succeeded by vice-presidents named Johnson: Andrew born in 1808 and Lyndon in 1908, both of whom had 13 letters in their names Both assassins have fifteen letters in their names. Booth shot Lincoln in a theatre and fled to a warehouse. Oswald shot Kennedy from a warehouse and fled to a theatre. Both assassins have fifteen letters in their names. Booth shot Lincoln in a theatre and fled to a warehouse. Oswald shot Kennedy from a warehouse and fled to a theatre. Both assassins were in turn assassinated by shooters who used a Colt revolver and fired only one, fatal shot. The two assassins were born 100 years apart from each other - 1839 and 1939, similar to Lincoln and Kennedy’s parallel career timelines. As is tradition, both Lincoln and Kennedy were succeeded by their vice presidents. However, both successors shared a surname: Andrew Johnson and Lyndon B. Johnson. The two successors were born a century apart from each other in 1808 and 1908. JOHN F. KENNEDY had a secretary named Evelyn LINCOLN whose husband was named Harold "Abe" LINCOLN and who was in the motorcade when Kennedy was assassinated. Did you know that John Wilkes Booth was born in 1839 and Lee Harvey Oswald was born in 1939?
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₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧In the vast expanse of night's embrace, Moon and Sol, a distant love story takes place. As the world draws near its final breath, They confess their love, facing the brink of death. Moon, with her silver glow and gentle grace, Yearns for Sol's warmth, a distant embrace. She orbits in silence, a celestial dance, Hoping for a chance, a fleeting romance. Sol, radiant and bright, a fiery ball of light, Longs to hold Moon, to kiss her goodnight. He burns with passion, his rays reaching out, But their love is forbidden, clouded in doubt. For they reside in separate realms, worlds apart, Bound by destiny, unable to start. Moon, cold and distant, whispers in the dark, Her love for Sol, an eternal burning spark. Sol, fierce and glowing, shines from afar, His love for Moon, like a distant star. They watch each other, across the vast divide, Yearning for a love they can never hide. In the twilight hour, as the end draws near, Moon and Sol's love becomes crystal clear. They confess their feelings, their hearts laid bare, Knowing their love is destined for despair. As the world crumbles, and darkness falls, Moon and Sol share a love that enthralls. Their story, a tragedy of love unfulfilled, Yet their connection remains, unbreakable and skilled. In the final moments, as chaos consumes, Moon and Sol unite, their love now blooms. For even as the world comes to its end, Their love transcends, forever it will extend. Moon, Sol, an eternal love story, Written in the stars, their legacy of glory. Though their love may never be fully requited, In the depth of the cosmos, their love is ignited. ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
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"My love for you is as big as the sky, A love that will rise to the stars high. This love I have for you never stops growing, I promise to love you more each morning."
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╰☆☆ "𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂. 𝓘 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔂. 𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷. 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼. -𝓔𝓵𝓲 𝓔𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓼 ☆☆╮🗝
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓅𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 - 𝒪𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹𝑒.
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In a letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (1818), Keats wrote: “ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℑ 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔦𝔭 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔩 ℜ𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢 – ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯-𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢-𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔰-𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.” 1819 Keats wrote to his brother, George: “𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 – 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔓𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞 – ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 ℑ 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 ℑ 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 – ℑ 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔱𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪’𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢 – 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪…” In his last known letter, Keats wrote to his former housemate, Charles Armitage Brown. Dated the 30th of November, 1820, Keats wrote from Rome, where he had gone to convalesce from tuberculosis. His friend and his fiancée awaited him in England, not knowing that he was never to return. “𝔗𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝔐𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 – 𝔶𝔢𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔈𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.” On Friday the 23rd of February, 1821, John Keats passed away in Rome
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𝕺𝖍, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖈 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊-𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑-𝖔𝖓-𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓.
"𝐀 𝖼ɦ𝗂ᥣᑯ ω𝗂𝗍ɦ α𐓣 α𐓣𝗂ꭑαᥣ 𝗌ⱺυᥣ" poem by: me (if you want to find me again, look for "Chip !!!" on pinterest ᡣ𐭩) ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴅɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ sʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴀ sᴇᴛ ᴏғ ғɪɴs ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ sᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴡɪᴍ ғᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɢɪʟʟs ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 🦈 ๋࣭ ⭑ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅs ʙʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɪ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ғᴜʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍɪss ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀs sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ʟᴇssᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ sʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴜʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴀɪʟ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴜɴ sᴏ ғᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅs ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 🐈‍⬛ ๋࣭ ⭑ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ sᴏᴜʟ ⃤⃝- ๋࣭ ⭑
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆°°✩𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓈ℴ𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆°°✩
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‎‧₊˚🎀𝒑𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒔 & 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒔 (𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔)🎀‎˚₊‧౨ৎ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆。˚📈
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⁠*✧⁠◝ʕᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒʔฅ~♡ ʕ⁠·⁠ ᴥ ⁠· ✿ʔ。⁠*゚⁠+⁠*⁠. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 -𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕.𝒎𝒊𝒊 𓆏
゚݁ ⋆ ゚ ☂︎ ⋆ ゚"𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭." -𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓟𝓸𝓮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .
ʜᴇʏ ʏᴏᴜ! ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ɪᴄᴇᴍɪɴᴛғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ! sʜᴇ's ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sᴛᴜғғ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ sʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜᴛᴜʙᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, sʜᴇ's ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ.
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THERIANS a poem by “Eli_eats_m0ss” on yt therians beautiful beings children of the meadows of the mountains and forests lakes and seas of deserts and skys children of nature for they, they are therians 🐞🐌🦋🪲🐝🦎🐛
𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝕸𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘.
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To Be Read At The Opening of D. P. S. Meetings I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately... I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! To put to rout all that was not life... And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived...

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‘𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝕸𝖞 𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑’ 𝖇𝖞 𝕰. 𝖁𝖊𝖌𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖞 A lesser demon in bespoke Pashmina boasting bone buttons And antler cufflinks The tailored suit shows the edges Of his skeleton Jutting and dangerously shaped An angel unaware of hierarchy Itches beneath the hair shirt That hides his ragged wounds Bare feet leaving bloody prints The name of his god is tattooed On the inside of his lower lip They meet in a calendar Which does not mark the week of creation The deep grey sky and the ash grey earth remember The war they have both forgotten Integrity Dishonesty The corrupt and the clean The sacred and the profane © Words by E. Vegvary, 2020.
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