#͚��ٝ 𓉮ֶ⠀ ⠀ 🗡 ⠀♥︎̼̻ ⠀ ⠀

[jimzittos]

🍄‍🟫 ❀꫶᳜᳝ᰭ✿⃨ ⠀ ♫ ໂ✿﮾᳜⡴⠀delirios de amor

[curpida]

🫙⠀♥︎♡̵̼͓ ❀͏͏ ⠀ ⎯⎯ ⠀ 𓉣 ✧ᅠ❀ᅠ

𖣁 ❦꫶ུ⃛ᰭ 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱ ͏͏ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ⠀

🧾 ⌨️ ꫶ 🧷⃨݃ ⠀♥︎̼̻ ▗▬/̄͆̅ ̎ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ι̚━─ ⠀ ✿ ⠀ 𝟶𝟺

❀꫶᳜᳝ᰭ✿⃨ ⠀ ♫ ໂ✿﮾᳜⡴⠀✟ ❤︎ ‎ ꫶͟͟ ୁׄ ⠀ 🧷̳̥͗̆ ⠀🎀ຼ ⠀⠀ ⚹⠀

✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿ ͚⠀ٝ 𓉮ֶ⠀ ⠀ 🗡 ⠀♥︎̼̻ ⠀ ⠀ 𓏶⠀

𓉳̸ ▊▍ ᅠ✧ᅠ❦꫶ུ⃛ ꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ 📂 #⃝𝟶𝟸 ໒꒰ྀི ੭⁰̷̴͈▾⁰̷̴͈ ა ꒱ྀི১

▬ ⠀ ຯ 𒂝 ̳͟͞͞, 𒇤 ⠀ ຯ ♥︎ ̳͟͞͞, #⃝20͟0͟7 ❙❘❙ ❤︎ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙

❤︎ ໋𓈒 ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯▒ █▓ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 ༒ ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

❤︎ ♫ ❤︎ ♫ ❤︎ ͏ ͏ ͏°̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·✧ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ #⃝♥︎̼

[hadaura]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ♡̩͙ ⠀⠀᭮ ⠀ 𓈃 ⠀ 𝓑 𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒́𝚊𝚜

1. ㅤ ㅤ👼🏼 ㅤ⿹͒   𓈒ㅤ 雲ㅤ ‘ 𓉮ֶ ⠀ ᪲

ㅤ ㅤ 𝚝͟𝚘͟𝚞͟𝚌͟𝚑͟𝚎͟𝚍͟ ㅤ𝚋𝚢ㅤ𝑎𝑛ㅤ𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐥͟

2. ㅤ ㅤ🗡 ⠀ ⠀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟✿͟ ͟ຼ͟ ͟ ͟ ㅤ𓉯

ㅤ ㅤ 𝐓͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐫͟𝐬͟ ㅤ𝒐𝑓ㅤ𝖺𝗇ㅤ𝘢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

3. ㅤ ㅤ⎯ ♥︎̼̻ ⠀ ⠀ ͟ ͟ ͟⬚͒͟͟ ྀ͟͟ ͟ ⠀ ꫶ ㅤ𓏶

ㅤ ㅤᎪ́͟ɴ͟ꮐ͟ꭼ͟ꮮ͟ ㅤ雨 ㅤC͟α͟ı́͟d͟o͟ 👼🏼

4. ㅤ ㅤ ͟ ͟ ͟▒ ͟ ͟ ⠀ ⠀ 𓊈 👼🏼 𓊉 ⠀   ꒰͜͡ ྀ ͜͡꒱

ㅤ ㅤ 𓏶⠀ 𝑏͟𝑙͟𝜀͟𝑠͟𝑠͟𝜀͟𝜕͟ ㅤ𝑏𝑦ㅤ𝖺𝗇ㅤ𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

[panchko]

✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿ ͚⠀ٝ 𓉮ֶ⠀ ⠀ 🗡 ⠀♥︎̼̻

𝄞͏ᅠ ᭄᭡ ᅟᅟ◟ᅟᅟ ( 🌺 )ᅟᅟ𝗶𝗺ᅟᅟ𝗮 ᅟᅟ𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿ᅟᅟ 𓏵 👼🏻ᅟ(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ᅟᅟ iᅟᅟgoᅟᅟaroundᅟᅟtheᅟᅟworldᅟᅟഒᅟᅟ๑ ｡ᅟᅟ 🎼🍸 ᅟᅟ𓈒ིུ𓈒▚⠀

[yuutakei]

final love song,,weird fishes/arpeggi

sometimes i convince myself i’ve moved on, that there is not a shred of love left inside of me. even still, upon hearing every song we shared, my eyes fail to hold back the ocean of tears that pool at my faltering waterline. it's an unbearable bittersweetness. i feel my heart plunge into to the depths of the sea.

i press play; try to surround myself in a warm darkness. but, my mind is taken back to a warm summer evening. it feels like yesterday.

a rouge dusk falls over mosquito-plagued suburbia skies. my sister had driven us out, knowing it was our last gathering before i moved away. i stood on the supple grass that lay plentiful in a stranger’s yard, clutching to your chest as if the wind had whispered a threat to blow you away with the leaves - holding you impossibly closer. and, through my ears, echoed a mind-bendingly beautiful cover of this song. i was so absorbed in every inch of your existence i couldn't even raise my head to look at the band playing to our left.

unbeknownst partygoers had emerged from within the house to listen, humming and dancing under the falling light as the song drew on. underneath the ripples of fluttering clothes on the washing line, the frightened corners of my lips turned into a smile. looking at you, i felt as if, for the first time, i could see through the clouds in your crystal-blue eyes. softly, they whispered the same words of love that were thrumming inside my beating heart. i felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

that night at your doorstep,

i kissed you for the last time.

✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿ ͚⠀ٝ 𓉮ֶ⠀ ⠀ 🗡 ⠀♥︎̼̻ ⠀ ⠀ 𓏶⠀

notes:: ⤵⤵⤵

originally wrote this around a year and a half ago!! it was about 2ish months post-breakup and this song came on shuffle...best believe there were some tears i grabbed my phone and started typing into my notes app and ended up with this (although i did tweak it a bit since my writing has changed improved?? over the past twelve months)

we met at college (he was 17 and i was 16) and he reached out after seeing me play guitar in the courtyard to a small crowd. he went through all my friends to find me online and promptly confessed he'd seen me around campus. i'd been a 'hallway crush' of his for some time and had mysteriously disappeared granted i was still attending classes lol, causing a bout of panic. by a stroke of fate, he saw me again on the courtyard stage, with my shitty fender squire i'd been gifted on my 14th birthday playing 'horen sarrionson' (iykyk). i guess it was a 'now or never' moment from then.

we ate lunch together a few times, which turned into hanging out after school, to finding out he was a 10 minute walk from my house, to kissing him in the back of a car after getting lost in a sketchy neighbourhood late at night and needing a pick-up from his mother.

i was his girlfriend for the better part of 9 months. it started off as a dream. he was everything i wanted and having someone care about me and obsess over the parts of me i hated graced me with a comfort i had never felt before. around 2 months before his graduation and my exams, we consecutively shared and experienced the most traumatic parts of our teenage years and had seen the worst parts of each other, some of which never left.

heartbreak sucks!!! i had to break up with the boy i loved over text (we were hundreds of miles away) during a first-period literature class and cry myself to sleep alone in my dorm every night for weeks :')

but love is never wasted.

and i will continue to love and hurt until my bones turn to dust.