sunsetschloe

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Hello this a long shot call, am a citizen of Palestine. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin (Humalog), just an injection for today to save my life please I beg.I was diagnosized with type 1 diabetes and due to current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week, am having a balance of$168. Am sorry if am sending you again this request, kindly donate any amount please. My donation link is in my pinned post. Thank you and be blessed

so sorry i'm personally unable to help, but i hope there are others out there that can!

this is her link if any of yall are willing: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=X64B4C5ADZPYS

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    they tell me modesty will ensure i don’t get condemned to hell,     but if god denies me entrance to heaven because of the way i dress,     i wouldn’t care.     perhaps then, i’ll be freed from another eternity of worshipping men.     i hope god cries when he hears the words being spat at his youngest daughters;     i hope he regrets creating humanity at all.

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butterfly love

how will i love again when you once held me, wings splayed against your palms and let me go

the flowers murmered to me told me you were waiting but i didn’t want to be tethered  to your captivity

i flew back but its too late now so i’ll whisper into the meadows and hope the wind brings you my love.

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my memories of you have evaporated along with my tears but sometimes i still feel your presence in the pouring rain.

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they say: out of sight, out of mind but i see you  in every little thing.

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Beside me on the window sill, bouquets lay next to unread cards wishing recovery in messy cursive. I haven't always understood irony, but I like this particular piece.

For someone you wish to live, give them something that is dying.

-Lancali, I fell in love with hope

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Love is hard to walk away from, even if it hurts. Try walking away from someone who knows you so well they ruin you. You’ll find yourself wondering how you could love anyone else.

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all i keep doing is cutting myself with the jagged edges of your broken promises.

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Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.

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i love you

like i love wildflowers. 

i would press you, gently folded between the words of an aging dictionary.

scarred hands will  show you my love, i’ll slide you into my favorite hardcover,

i would promise you eternity.

but my love will never be enough to pause the worries  spinning in my head.

what if i accidentally break you by the stem? what if i drop one of your lightly colored petals?

i am terrified  of destroying your delicate beauty so i’ll let you thrive in the meadows and wilt in the fall.

i can still promise you eternity,

but only in my memory.

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but i would let him carve his trauma deep into my bones, just to have a part of him with me always.

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The most wild thing about Cassian’s feral and constant defence of anything Rhysand is that it could be such a beautiful pain rather than a confusing annoyance.

Like I love “MMC who only thinks about FMC” as much as the next person but why wasn’t Cassian allowed a SHRED of character development.

What if every time Nesta says something bad about Rhys it’s like a barely healed over scab ripping open beneath her nails. The agony of 50 years, half a century without his brother. The loss barely healed before war comes, the time never enough. Distant, they’ve still been so impossibly distant. In the same room laughing and drinking whiskey but minds entirely occupied with an Archeron. They haven’t even had a single good day, a single complete day, where one of the wasnt heartbroken or war wasn’t beating down their door.

And the entire cauldron-damned time he was quelling rebellion in Illyria it was all he heard. Insults for the brother who gave everything to save them. Again and again, his whole life Cassian has had to fight and punch and bloody in defence of his brother. It’s instinct. He didn’t even think, lashing out with words as if his mate was Devlon. And he regretted it. Of course, the second the words left his mouth he regretted them, but … it was true, wasn’t it. In a sense, in a horrible way.

Everyone did hate Nesta.

Not the female herself, he knew, but what she reminded them of. She wore her trauma on her sleeve while they all choked and gargled on the blood still staining their hands and everyone hated her for it. Mor most of all, he guessed. An open wound, refusing to shut. It was why she was here. Why they were both here.

Fuck the money. Fuck the liquor and sex. It was the pain. The empty spot at the dining table, the aching absence in the pictures on the walls. They … well, he and Feyre, really, couldn’t stand her absence but her presence was nothing but a mirror. Reflecting everything still inside of them. Broken and raging and screaming insults at anyone who dared speak ill of his brother.

Habit, instinct, to lash out when one he loved was insulted.

He hated Nesta for hating Rhys. And he hated Rhys for hating Nesta.

Because what, in the almighty fuck, was he supposed to do with that?

When he loved them both so much.

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i want to claw at my skin until it becomes mangled pieces of burning flesh I ripped apart to reveal shame-filled veins and sorrowful bones.

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Oh hey I get to share another commission- this one is for an ACOTAR inspired puzzle for Reverie Puzzles!

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I love how they latch onto the fact that because humans make different types of chairs it automatically means women aren’t female

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poems by @sunsetschloe, design by @masqueradingcat <3