_inmyreins

It's been soo long since the books in my library have been updated !! I guess it's time to take a break from wattpad 

_inmyreins

@_inmyreins Hey there !! You're alive ;)
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Malikadoc

Hey! Thanks so much for reading and voting on Pursuit of Perfection. Hope you liked the book. If time permits could you leave me an honest review in the end, even a short one works. With my busy schedule (**sadly**) I depend on sharing reader reviews to promote my work. 
          Thanks again and I really appreciate the support ❤

tala-al-badru

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته 
          
          Jzk for your votes on TSH. Hope you're finding it worth your time ❤️

_inmyreins

@tala-al-badru وعليكم السلام ورحمة الله وبركاته 
            
            My pleasure Loving the storyline soo far ❤️❤️
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_inmyreins

@Royalty_Reserved وعليكم السلام ورحمة الله وبركاته 
            
            Love love the story❤️ totally hooked onto it 
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GollGappay

hiii assalamu alaikummm! so happy to see your name pop up in my notifs ♥️♥️

GollGappay

❤️❤️❤️
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_inmyreins

@GollGappay heyyy. 
            Wailaykumsalaam. Awhh thanks for dropping by. Soo happy to have Love Mubaraka back
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (07th november 2022) 
          
          patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret. 
          
          ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant. 
          
          secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss. 
          
          tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose. 
           #adropofhumanity 

salmoher

Hi, I hope you're doing well. 
          If you like desi romance with a touch of mystery and horror, perhaps you may enjoy my book: A Curse of Death and Desire.
          
          I would really  appreciate it if you check it out. 
          
          No pressure though. 
          
          Thank you.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/232671501?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=salmoher&wp_originator=jty%2FCwzbWNKA7XcG1xLyKVfFuiz%2BIivzhfVj%2FuZrTXm14prvG7%2FSR%2F9DmsA3%2Bf9RjazihNXCR%2F0tO82OVESkZU1qqQ9WdDrFmjtTnDrJpRI0r7wSB%2Fw9XDA01l%2FT9Ub7

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [16th june 2022] 
          
          meshes of moon scattered on the lake, a poet's grave; a wildfire graceful and kissed by rain. 
          soaked youth in yellow twigs; in boots and noons of malicious spring. 
          sweet as chocolate, bitterness subdued; what is this spring but a death that lures? 
          hands of maidens with cherry blossoms, a cure to the eye and a disease to what lays hidden; mind and magic to the world, a golden lung to the forgotten ones. 
          filled with temper, a baby breath against a caterpillar; white linen doused with earth's cold summer. 
          
          part and pardon, wish and risk; a heart that is prisoned in a cage is not worth a heart that battles. 
          lotuses carved on sour tongues, in places of disasters, of deceit; in cities of citrus. 
          place thy feet in armours of cherries, melted crystals and awakened violins. 
          saccharine sea bulbs, choruses of rainbow dancing as a wizard; aiming for the stars, wrists cuffed by freedom. 
          berries smeared with passionate blood, with nutmeg wounds and hazelnut deaths.
          fill the bowl of the ocean, fill it to the brim; what it lacks is present in drops put into humans. 
          what is motherless requires not a different earth; kindness changes not people, but reveals their raw flesh. 
          
          [kindness does not change people; it reveals their raw flesh, their real identity] 
           #adropofhumanity