yaanvi <3

i've temporarily unpublished her eyes, his smile and his hands, her heart for some reasons. sorry <3

heyyyy lovess <3 i hope you’re all doing okay !! it feels like forever since i’ve properly said something on my message board  exams have been absolutely relentless lately, and i’ve barely had the time to breathe, let alone check in with my moots ( which i feel so guilty about ) but i kinda of need a little help, if anyone has some free time and wouldn’t mind, i’m looking for someone to help me with three book covers. absolutely no rush or pressure at all, just whenever you’re free ! <3 i totally get if you’re busy too, honestly, just thought i’d ask here before stressing over it alone :(

Hey! Thanks for the follow •♡•

who wants a tory fic??

Yo! How's you?? 

new theme !! <3

❤

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

Hope you’re okay!

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity