-lisaxxjxk

I had my class project today
          	And I prepared so well for it
          	But unfortunately, I got chicken pox at the very last moment :(
          	
          	I can't go to school for like consecutive 8 days :(
          	
          	
          	Why does life sucks so much?

Writeria29

Feel better soon 
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-lisaxxjxk

I had my class project today
          And I prepared so well for it
          But unfortunately, I got chicken pox at the very last moment :(
          
          I can't go to school for like consecutive 8 days :(
          
          
          Why does life sucks so much?

Writeria29

Feel better soon 
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dumplings_97

Ding Dong~

-lisaxxjxk

@dumplings_97 
            
            
            
            omgomg wyd hereeeeeee
            
            
            XD
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dumplings_97

@-lisaxxjxk imitates JK's voice : Jekeyyy~
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-lisaxxjxk

@dumplings_97 
            who's there? ฅ'ω'ฅ
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-lisaxxjxk

life's exhausting

-lisaxxjxk

@EdsTyl 
            
            
            Ig I just realized it
            nvm lol
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adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

taetebts

Hii Sweetie, I hope you are doing well. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you but I just posted a new story. It's a ONESHOT and it won't take much time to read (◍•ᴗ•◍) Would you like to check it out? Feel free to like and comment.There's no pressure tho! Hehe. But it'll mean a lot to me ♡
          
          If you're going to give it a shot, I hope you like it. 
          Have a wonderful day/night ahead <3
          
          The name is :- "Those Fireflies in the Gichaseon''
          
          
          Here's the link :-
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/341209216?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=taetebts&wp_originator=W%2FvObxGS%2F8v58mbRIgqChhWCaQKjdDVHOr82KrmZO6bF4Ge6eqrda5QS%2BKiRy0iYr00akRRTXX%2BoB%2Fxma9KBkwmHbVwEmB2DuAxyEoF0dLstXguroXuJQIsbZyf6U9y6

taetebts

@-lisaxxjxk I'm also good. Ty for asking ;-;
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taetebts

@-lisaxxjxk you're so sweet, angel 
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-lisaxxjxk

@taetebts
            Heyy
            I'm doing fine, hbu? 
            I'd love to! I'll for sure read it :)
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity