Post #96
167
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Channel Public Channel
RE reckondle waltz of statue 🤎.
@statuew
+ ֹ ANCHOR AT THE DAWN⚰️🫀 erase the disparity, wipe it clean as you would newborn's first stir of sunlight before it became too much consuming and bitter. in my clawed hunched and bruised, gathered by handfuls down the gullet to @ourgrief ֹ ◛
- Subscribers
- 271
- Photos
- 14
- Videos
- 2
- Links
- 17
Showing posts older than #97 · Back to latest
Older Posts 20 shown
Post #95
167
⊹⪩ ⪨ ۫🕯️ ׅThe phenomenon of chronic sadness that resides within the body is often overlooked. This form of sadness does not manifest through tears or audible expressions of grief; rather, it remains silently embedded in one’s physical presence. I - saying my warmest welcome, @iCortis ୧♡୨ ֹ ׅ 🕰️
Post #94
169
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #93
154
⊹⪩ ⪨ ۫🕯️ ׅThe phenomenon of chronic sadness that resides within the body is often overlooked. This form of sadness does not manifest through tears or audible expressions of grief; rather, it remains silently embedded in one’s physical presence. I - saying my warmest welcome, @Kedonho ୧♡୨ ֹ ׅ 🕰️
Post #80
340
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #79
382
About thus-societal indifference she faced felt like a calculated cruelty, each averted gaze and whispered judgment striking her like daggers, deepening the wounds already etched into her psyche, and this relentless contempt stoked the flames of her fury, solidifying her alienation as the weight of their collective disdain pressed heavily on her chest like a thick fog, where the echoes of their silence became a deafening roar in the chambers of her mind, slowly eroding the last vestiges of her hope and sense of belonging.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WAS I EVER MEANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD? Character's.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Post #78
229
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #77
317
About thus-societal indifference she faced felt like a calculated cruelty, each averted gaze and whispered judgment striking her like daggers, deepening the wounds already etched into her psyche, and this relentless contempt stoked the flames of her fury, solidifying her alienation as the weight of their collective disdain pressed heavily on her chest like a thick fog, where the echoes of their silence became a deafening roar in the chambers of her mind, slowly eroding the last vestiges of her hope and sense of belonging.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WAS I EVER MEANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD? Korean's thingy.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Post #76
212
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #75
286
About thus-societal indifference she faced felt like a calculated cruelty, each averted gaze and whispered judgment striking her like daggers, deepening the wounds already etched into her psyche, and this relentless contempt stoked the flames of her fury, solidifying her alienation as the weight of their collective disdain pressed heavily on her chest like a thick fog, where the echoes of their silence became a deafening roar in the chambers of her mind, slowly eroding the last vestiges of her hope and sense of belonging.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WAS I EVER MEANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD? Multi Character In Indonesian.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Post #73
221
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #72
301
About thus-societal indifference she faced felt like a calculated cruelty, each averted gaze and whispered judgment striking her like daggers, deepening the wounds already etched into her psyche, and this relentless contempt stoked the flames of her fury, solidifying her alienation as the weight of their collective disdain pressed heavily on her chest like a thick fog, where the echoes of their silence became a deafening roar in the chambers of her mind, slowly eroding the last vestiges of her hope and sense of belonging.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WAS I EVER MEANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD? Multi Character In English.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Post #71
233
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #69
290
About thus-societal indifference she faced felt like a calculated cruelty, each averted gaze and whispered judgment striking her like daggers, deepening the wounds already etched into her psyche, and this relentless contempt stoked the flames of her fury, solidifying her alienation as the weight of their collective disdain pressed heavily on her chest like a thick fog, where the echoes of their silence became a deafening roar in the chambers of her mind, slowly eroding the last vestiges of her hope and sense of belonging.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WAS I EVER MEANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD? Manhwa Oracle.
Their condemning eyes, each flaw magnified, each insecurity validated by their collective dismissal. Withered under the relentless onslaught of their apathy. The world, once a place of potential and promise. She found herself retreating further into the confines of her own mind, a prisoner of her own despair, forever haunted by the silent accusations of a society that had deemed her unworthy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Post #68
283
This post (sticker, poll or similar) has no web preview. Open in Telegram
Post #67
325
My soul unravels, consumed by the dark, ancient earth.🦇
The void's icy grip constricts around me, pulling at my very essence and devouring my disdainful spirit. Its suffocating presence envelops me like a dark shroud, draining my light and leaving only a hollow echo of despair in its wake. Engulf me, you malevolent spirit, as I surrender myself to your ethereal grasp, taking me gently into the stillness of everlasting peace, where all turmoil fades into the soft shadows of oblivion.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWE SHALL SAY GOODBYE.
The void's icy grip constricts around me, pulling at my very essence and devouring my disdainful spirit. Its suffocating presence envelops me like a dark shroud, draining my light and leaving only a hollow echo of despair in its wake. Engulf me, you malevolent spirit, as I surrender myself to your ethereal grasp, taking me gently into the stillness of everlasting peace, where all turmoil fades into the soft shadows of oblivion.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWE SHALL SAY GOODBYE.
Channel name was changed to «୨˚୧.. THRENODY PENUMBRA; RAMBUNCTIOUS TH' STATUEW.»
Channel photo updated
Channel photo updated
Post #20
341
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDRIFTING SHADOWS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(. AMONG, THE CURTAINS .)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsome of us / were drowned.
Her astute perception allowed her to reveal the hidden beauty nestled within the intricate tapestry of life. With a discerning eye, she could spot the shimmering threads of joy woven alongside the darker strands of despair, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThus who filled with grace
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyet / everyone / wants / a / revenge
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand eventually, stucked in @OurGrief.
Each day unfolded before her like a masterpiece, where the laughter of children echoed like music in a sun-drenched park, and the gentle rustle of autumn leaves whispered stories of change and renewal. In her presence, even the simplest moments like a stranger’s smile or the warmth of a shared meal sparkled with significance, illuminating the rich and vibrant colors that adorned the canvas of existence.
In the profound silence that permeates this offshore atmosphere of the psyche, the soul attempts to forge a covenant with the silence itself. It reaches out to touch the hem of the infinite, hoping to find a resonance that mirrors its internal dissonance. Every thought is a heavy stone cast into a bottomless well, and the wait for the splash the validation of being stretches into an epoch of agonizing anticipation. The boundary between the seeker and the sought becomes a blurred horizon, a mirage of salvation that retreats with every step taken toward its shimmering façade.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(. AMONG, THE CURTAINS .)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsome of us / were drowned.
Her astute perception allowed her to reveal the hidden beauty nestled within the intricate tapestry of life. With a discerning eye, she could spot the shimmering threads of joy woven alongside the darker strands of despair, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThus who filled with grace
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyet / everyone / wants / a / revenge
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand eventually, stucked in @OurGrief.
Each day unfolded before her like a masterpiece, where the laughter of children echoed like music in a sun-drenched park, and the gentle rustle of autumn leaves whispered stories of change and renewal. In her presence, even the simplest moments like a stranger’s smile or the warmth of a shared meal sparkled with significance, illuminating the rich and vibrant colors that adorned the canvas of existence.
In the profound silence that permeates this offshore atmosphere of the psyche, the soul attempts to forge a covenant with the silence itself. It reaches out to touch the hem of the infinite, hoping to find a resonance that mirrors its internal dissonance. Every thought is a heavy stone cast into a bottomless well, and the wait for the splash the validation of being stretches into an epoch of agonizing anticipation. The boundary between the seeker and the sought becomes a blurred horizon, a mirage of salvation that retreats with every step taken toward its shimmering façade.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ