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y-vna
8 months ago
. @heavenurl
. @heavenurl
I dried all your clothes for you since you went to sea.

˖ ㅤ   . ㅤ𝄞ྀི  𝐋𝐔𝐜𝐤𝟏𝐄𝐒𝐭 𝐆𝟏𝐫𝐋 𝟏𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝟑 𝐖𝟎𝐫𝟏𝐃 💭ㅤ ݃ ⃨ ⣦᭪ 𓈒 @heavenurl

I hope you're looking for my stories if you're checking alt text heh...if you actually read all of them under my moodboards then I just want to tell you ilysm and appreciate it. I've liked writing stories forever, and even after I kinda stopped doing it, knowing maybe even one person might like reading them motivated me a lot. I have a lot of stories to share that I never really told to anyone, so thank you for being here and allowing me to do so on a blog that has nothing to do with these silly stories. okay, enough yapping, story is in last row of images ;)
. @heavenurl
no lore here its just a freaky image
CREDS TO @SUGRISH ILY VIVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! <3
A love letter to her .
The waves reminded me of you .
. @heavenurl
. @heavenurl
About the story LOOOOREEE... (Last image alt text) --> Uh it wasn't actually intentional to match the images to the story's plot and stuff but it somehow kinda does. They don't have names yet so hope it isn't confusing who's who (there's 3 characters "existing" in this scene, 2 of them actually talking and alive). No, the two (alive) characters talking in this story are not romantically involved. The narrator is a female, and not really a "hero" in my imaginary idea of her, more like a "anti-villain" who has a lot of flaws like her short fuse and the way she lets emotions control her, but still despises villains for what they do. Her lover is dead on the ground, presumably killed by the villain. The villain's (the first male who speaks in the story,) backstory involves his own lover who is seemingly not around either anymore. These two characters are relating to each other despite their own personal backstory, morals, and actions. Both losing someone valuable and connecting about that horrible feelings. Both needing to learn with time how to heal from their own traumas.
"How does it feel?" He spoke indifferently, so soulless so not a single hint of emotion was left behind his expression or tone. He didn't deserve to feel nothing. He didn't get to. Not while my heart was being torn out of my chest and feeling like my brain was beating in place of my heart, pounding to be let out. He was just a heartless monster who took away what he couldn't have. Undeserving of lungs to breathe or hands to choke, while the person who truly should have been still alive was motionless on the ground we stood on. Rage clawed from the insides of my throat with such sharpness and persistence it burned, and for a second I couldn't breathe. I moved my violently red-stained hand from the chest of the cold-stoned skinned corpse of my once lover, as my eyes slowly rose to meet the monster of a man's hard gaze. His voice, however, held no remnants of a gloat, nor glee. I was deeply agonized, expecting callously edged remarks or taunts about how he had won- and we had lost. And yet he just stared. First at me, then at the corpse's lifeless state, and back at me again. The ringing in my head grew to be almost deafening, the intense soreness of my body still holding it's numbness over my senses when I tried to move. My voice sounded breathless as I swallowed hard to regain control over my own lungs, forcing my dry mouth to move and form words. "What?" The quiet disbelief and pure fury in my voice made him flinch the slightest bit, as if it might have bothered him for less than a moment's hesitation. My chest burned as I struggled to stand to face him, but I was so exhausted I couldn't get off my knees. I grappled with my mind, willing myself to get it together. Damn it, why am I so weak? I promised him I would fight until I dropped dead besides him, I swore I would- A voice rang cold and unfeelingly against the tense atmosphere like an echo, cutting my train of thoughts off. "How does it feel to lose everything?" I couldn't hold in the new hot tears welling up and pouring down my face. The silent anger binding my heart in knots seemed to distort into pure anguish when everything fully set in. My hands shook as I held them in front of me, seeing the coating of dried blood that should have been my own. My eyes darted wildly to my poor deceased love's sprawled corpse once more, and I knew right then that I would never see him alive again. He would never smile at me again with his own voluntary muscles, never hold my hand without just being a limp soulless body part, and never tell me he loved me again with his stupid, adorable laugh. The words just fell from my lips without thought. "You know exactly how it feels." I laughed roughly, watching the man's lips twitch to fire back a response. But he waited instead, eventually sighing and letting his eyes drop to the gravestone nearest to him, reading over the engraved letters. The name was worn down and obscured by nature, that it was impossible to read from where I was. The heartless monster shifted his gaze to the setting sun, and the mask seemed to finally slip. He took a deep breath, letting his hands slide out of his pockets and rest at his side. "Yeah. I do."
. @heavenurl

౨ৎ I swear he thought of her when he saw the sea . Why wouldn't he ? They're one in the same . . ㅤ ༜𑜞𑇓࿐ ㅤㅤ

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y-vna
8 months ago

FACE REVEAL WHEN PLSSSSSS (im so curious)

AT 3.5k FOLLOWERSS (91 MORE TO GOOO) 👻👻👻 I HOPE I DONT DISSAPPOINT PPL ACTUALLY WHAT IF IM GLAZING MYSELF 💀💀💀

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can you set ur expectstions low first pls ty!!
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y-vna
8 months ago

Ok let's not talk about how this underperformed a bit I think but it's ok it's cute

. @heavenurl
. @heavenurl
I dried all your clothes for you since you went to sea.

˖ ㅤ   . ㅤ𝄞ྀི  𝐋𝐔𝐜𝐤𝟏𝐄𝐒𝐭 𝐆𝟏𝐫𝐋 𝟏𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝟑 𝐖𝟎𝐫𝟏𝐃 💭ㅤ ݃ ⃨ ⣦᭪ 𓈒 @heavenurl

I hope you're looking for my stories if you're checking alt text heh...if you actually read all of them under my moodboards then I just want to tell you ilysm and appreciate it. I've liked writing stories forever, and even after I kinda stopped doing it, knowing maybe even one person might like reading them motivated me a lot. I have a lot of stories to share that I never really told to anyone, so thank you for being here and allowing me to do so on a blog that has nothing to do with these silly stories. okay, enough yapping, story is in last row of images ;)
. @heavenurl
no lore here its just a freaky image
CREDS TO @SUGRISH ILY VIVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! <3
A love letter to her .
The waves reminded me of you .
. @heavenurl
. @heavenurl
About the story LOOOOREEE... (Last image alt text) --> Uh it wasn't actually intentional to match the images to the story's plot and stuff but it somehow kinda does. They don't have names yet so hope it isn't confusing who's who (there's 3 characters "existing" in this scene, 2 of them actually talking and alive). No, the two (alive) characters talking in this story are not romantically involved. The narrator is a female, and not really a "hero" in my imaginary idea of her, more like a "anti-villain" who has a lot of flaws like her short fuse and the way she lets emotions control her, but still despises villains for what they do. Her lover is dead on the ground, presumably killed by the villain. The villain's (the first male who speaks in the story,) backstory involves his own lover who is seemingly not around either anymore. These two characters are relating to each other despite their own personal backstory, morals, and actions. Both losing someone valuable and connecting about that horrible feelings. Both needing to learn with time how to heal from their own traumas.
"How does it feel?" He spoke indifferently, so soulless so not a single hint of emotion was left behind his expression or tone. He didn't deserve to feel nothing. He didn't get to. Not while my heart was being torn out of my chest and feeling like my brain was beating in place of my heart, pounding to be let out. He was just a heartless monster who took away what he couldn't have. Undeserving of lungs to breathe or hands to choke, while the person who truly should have been still alive was motionless on the ground we stood on. Rage clawed from the insides of my throat with such sharpness and persistence it burned, and for a second I couldn't breathe. I moved my violently red-stained hand from the chest of the cold-stoned skinned corpse of my once lover, as my eyes slowly rose to meet the monster of a man's hard gaze. His voice, however, held no remnants of a gloat, nor glee. I was deeply agonized, expecting callously edged remarks or taunts about how he had won- and we had lost. And yet he just stared. First at me, then at the corpse's lifeless state, and back at me again. The ringing in my head grew to be almost deafening, the intense soreness of my body still holding it's numbness over my senses when I tried to move. My voice sounded breathless as I swallowed hard to regain control over my own lungs, forcing my dry mouth to move and form words. "What?" The quiet disbelief and pure fury in my voice made him flinch the slightest bit, as if it might have bothered him for less than a moment's hesitation. My chest burned as I struggled to stand to face him, but I was so exhausted I couldn't get off my knees. I grappled with my mind, willing myself to get it together. Damn it, why am I so weak? I promised him I would fight until I dropped dead besides him, I swore I would- A voice rang cold and unfeelingly against the tense atmosphere like an echo, cutting my train of thoughts off. "How does it feel to lose everything?" I couldn't hold in the new hot tears welling up and pouring down my face. The silent anger binding my heart in knots seemed to distort into pure anguish when everything fully set in. My hands shook as I held them in front of me, seeing the coating of dried blood that should have been my own. My eyes darted wildly to my poor deceased love's sprawled corpse once more, and I knew right then that I would never see him alive again. He would never smile at me again with his own voluntary muscles, never hold my hand without just being a limp soulless body part, and never tell me he loved me again with his stupid, adorable laugh. The words just fell from my lips without thought. "You know exactly how it feels." I laughed roughly, watching the man's lips twitch to fire back a response. But he waited instead, eventually sighing and letting his eyes drop to the gravestone nearest to him, reading over the engraved letters. The name was worn down and obscured by nature, that it was impossible to read from where I was. The heartless monster shifted his gaze to the setting sun, and the mask seemed to finally slip. He took a deep breath, letting his hands slide out of his pockets and rest at his side. "Yeah. I do."
. @heavenurl

౨ৎ I swear he thought of her when he saw the sea . Why wouldn't he ? They're one in the same . . ㅤ ༜𑜞𑇓࿐ ㅤㅤ

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y-vna
8 months ago

It's already in my drafts to post after 100 more followers .....👽👽👻👻

It's Already In My Drafts To Post After 100 More Followers .....

Yes I am very VERY tan (for being Asian and also just in general) and plus bad lighting equals damn I look pretty dark here. But I felt like these looked better/more accurate than my "good lighting" photos or w a filter that might make me look lighter than I really am. 😭😭

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ignore my hand is so discolored wtf um its the tan i said ..... was always really insecure of my skin color but its alr in these photos igg
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y-vna
8 months ago

TY so so much for 3.4k bbs <3

Fandom name when...(I have no ideas)

Should I keepnto my word and give a face rev at 3.5k 😮‍💨😟

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im so tired so this post is so unexcited but truet i am grateful
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y-vna
8 months ago

TY so so much for 3.4k bbs <3

Fandom name when...(I have no ideas)

Should I keepnto my word and give a face rev at 3.5k 😮‍💨😟

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im so tired so this post is so unexcited but truet i am grateful
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y-vna
8 months ago
. @heavenurl
. @heavenurl
I dried all your clothes for you since you went to sea.

˖ ㅤ   . ㅤ𝄞ྀི  𝐋𝐔𝐜𝐤𝟏𝐄𝐒𝐭 𝐆𝟏𝐫𝐋 𝟏𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝟑 𝐖𝟎𝐫𝟏𝐃 💭ㅤ ݃ ⃨ ⣦᭪ 𓈒 @heavenurl

I hope you're looking for my stories if you're checking alt text heh...if you actually read all of them under my moodboards then I just want to tell you ilysm and appreciate it. I've liked writing stories forever, and even after I kinda stopped doing it, knowing maybe even one person might like reading them motivated me a lot. I have a lot of stories to share that I never really told to anyone, so thank you for being here and allowing me to do so on a blog that has nothing to do with these silly stories. okay, enough yapping, story is in last row of images ;)
. @heavenurl
no lore here its just a freaky image
CREDS TO @SUGRISH ILY VIVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! <3
A love letter to her .
The waves reminded me of you .
. @heavenurl
. @heavenurl
About the story LOOOOREEE... (Last image alt text) --> Uh it wasn't actually intentional to match the images to the story's plot and stuff but it somehow kinda does. They don't have names yet so hope it isn't confusing who's who (there's 3 characters "existing" in this scene, 2 of them actually talking and alive). No, the two (alive) characters talking in this story are not romantically involved. The narrator is a female, and not really a "hero" in my imaginary idea of her, more like a "anti-villain" who has a lot of flaws like her short fuse and the way she lets emotions control her, but still despises villains for what they do. Her lover is dead on the ground, presumably killed by the villain. The villain's (the first male who speaks in the story,) backstory involves his own lover who is seemingly not around either anymore. These two characters are relating to each other despite their own personal backstory, morals, and actions. Both losing someone valuable and connecting about that horrible feelings. Both needing to learn with time how to heal from their own traumas.
"How does it feel?" He spoke indifferently, so soulless so not a single hint of emotion was left behind his expression or tone. He didn't deserve to feel nothing. He didn't get to. Not while my heart was being torn out of my chest and feeling like my brain was beating in place of my heart, pounding to be let out. He was just a heartless monster who took away what he couldn't have. Undeserving of lungs to breathe or hands to choke, while the person who truly should have been still alive was motionless on the ground we stood on. Rage clawed from the insides of my throat with such sharpness and persistence it burned, and for a second I couldn't breathe. I moved my violently red-stained hand from the chest of the cold-stoned skinned corpse of my once lover, as my eyes slowly rose to meet the monster of a man's hard gaze. His voice, however, held no remnants of a gloat, nor glee. I was deeply agonized, expecting callously edged remarks or taunts about how he had won- and we had lost. And yet he just stared. First at me, then at the corpse's lifeless state, and back at me again. The ringing in my head grew to be almost deafening, the intense soreness of my body still holding it's numbness over my senses when I tried to move. My voice sounded breathless as I swallowed hard to regain control over my own lungs, forcing my dry mouth to move and form words. "What?" The quiet disbelief and pure fury in my voice made him flinch the slightest bit, as if it might have bothered him for less than a moment's hesitation. My chest burned as I struggled to stand to face him, but I was so exhausted I couldn't get off my knees. I grappled with my mind, willing myself to get it together. Damn it, why am I so weak? I promised him I would fight until I dropped dead besides him, I swore I would- A voice rang cold and unfeelingly against the tense atmosphere like an echo, cutting my train of thoughts off. "How does it feel to lose everything?" I couldn't hold in the new hot tears welling up and pouring down my face. The silent anger binding my heart in knots seemed to distort into pure anguish when everything fully set in. My hands shook as I held them in front of me, seeing the coating of dried blood that should have been my own. My eyes darted wildly to my poor deceased love's sprawled corpse once more, and I knew right then that I would never see him alive again. He would never smile at me again with his own voluntary muscles, never hold my hand without just being a limp soulless body part, and never tell me he loved me again with his stupid, adorable laugh. The words just fell from my lips without thought. "You know exactly how it feels." I laughed roughly, watching the man's lips twitch to fire back a response. But he waited instead, eventually sighing and letting his eyes drop to the gravestone nearest to him, reading over the engraved letters. The name was worn down and obscured by nature, that it was impossible to read from where I was. The heartless monster shifted his gaze to the setting sun, and the mask seemed to finally slip. He took a deep breath, letting his hands slide out of his pockets and rest at his side. "Yeah. I do."
. @heavenurl

౨ৎ I swear he thought of her when he saw the sea . Why wouldn't he ? They're one in the same . . ㅤ ༜𑜞𑇓࿐ ㅤㅤ

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y-vna
8 months ago

i see bros changing themes

Hi Vivi why r u stalking meeee!!?? 🥺🥺😓😓 But yea maybe I did....

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silly vivi doing silly things....like STALKING BLOGS
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y-vna
9 months ago

oh..h..hey!.. *tucks hair behind ear and lets out a smoll kawaii giggle* i dont know why im doing this shit anyways hi ari 🙂💞

O-o-o-oh..! H-h-h-hai- *blushes and looks away but like not in a pick me way but in a supa kyute preppy way cuz I'm different* 🤭🤭🥺🥺

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HELP HI guys we normal trust pls
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y-vna
9 months ago

um so how would you guys feel about an event meant to promote my new community? It will take a while to finish both tho...i did take your polls into account and y-vnation should rise from the ground soon enough as the cutiest patootiest community! The event will be connected to the theme of the community since it's supposed to encourage people to join when its finally done. My first and only event was at 100 followers and Ive wanted to do another one soo badly and i finally have a somehwat creative idea.

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discordd server days comign back real hard. “ari when are u gonna stop yapping and start MAKING DAMN MOODBOARDS??” “Are you the god of yapping?” pls get the thor reference. no okay
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y-vna
9 months ago

y-vnation it is! (probably)

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setting up the community rnnnnn
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y-vna
9 months ago
I LOVE KARINA SO MUCH SHES SO AHH 🔥🔥 just like my wife fr ‼️❕
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
did you expect a story!? lmaoo loser..(go to last image...)

내 거 ㅤ　✿𝆬 ㅤ　˖ 　 ㅤ۫ ㅤ　𝒮 omeone to call mine 　ㅤ𖩣ㅤ　˳ ㅤ۫ ⠀ಿৎㅤㅤ　 @y-unrei

Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
"Why do we all hide? When we feel fear? Is it the need to feel safe? When the end is slowly crawling near?"
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
div by @aquazero
⁺　 ˳ ❀ "How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache in the way mine does?" ◌ ❤︎
Woe is in us all. It's in our hearts, our troubles, our deepest fears instilled within us. Waiting for its turn to churn in our stomachs and clog our throats until it becomes dry. Woe is the intangible feeling of the dreadful future looming over our heads like a countdown to our end. Woe is the women with the black laced veil obscuring her face in shadows, comparable to the jeweled sun hiding behind the comfort of the clouds. She wears a dragging black dress that keeps collecting dirt and grime on her train as she walks slowly through the fogged graveyard. It's undoubtably old, losing its shine as its been passed through generations, with the ragged, ripped fabric peeling off her skin. She doesn't have a name, but you can call her the grief you feel after your mother's passing, the fresh wound after a broken relationship, but most importantly, she is the names. Names of the dead, engraved into the stone hedges by their loved ones and carved out like they were sculpting their heart on a plate. They belong to her, as much she belongs to them. Easy to miss, yet hard to see, but even if you mistake her for a silhouette in the windy night, you could never ignore her song. A woeful tune, for those filled most with woe, if you will. It's a soft but dark melody that overwhelms you with anxiety, creeping up on you when you least expect it. A lullaby as much as a taunt, she whispers the words in a low hum with a crooked smile you can imagine even when you can't see her face.

GIFT FOR WIFEY REI!!! 🪼🪼💓💓 ALSO INSP STYLE FROM HER CLEARLY. uh I usually don't do this style don't be too harsh guys thank you....💔😭

also laufey.

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y-vna
9 months ago

Today I'm back to an android.

Yo girl switched to an iPhone! It might change the look of my mood boards a little (symbol placement at least) but 4 now I’m like a old granny I’m a little bit rusty at this technology 👵👵

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screaming
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y-vna
9 months ago
I LOVE KARINA SO MUCH SHES SO AHH 🔥🔥 just like my wife fr ‼️❕
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
did you expect a story!? lmaoo loser..(go to last image...)

내 거 ㅤ　✿𝆬 ㅤ　˖ 　 ㅤ۫ ㅤ　𝒮 omeone to call mine 　ㅤ𖩣ㅤ　˳ ㅤ۫ ⠀ಿৎㅤㅤ　 @y-unrei

Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
"Why do we all hide? When we feel fear? Is it the need to feel safe? When the end is slowly crawling near?"
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
div by @aquazero
⁺　 ˳ ❀ "How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache in the way mine does?" ◌ ❤︎
Woe is in us all. It's in our hearts, our troubles, our deepest fears instilled within us. Waiting for its turn to churn in our stomachs and clog our throats until it becomes dry. Woe is the intangible feeling of the dreadful future looming over our heads like a countdown to our end. Woe is the women with the black laced veil obscuring her face in shadows, comparable to the jeweled sun hiding behind the comfort of the clouds. She wears a dragging black dress that keeps collecting dirt and grime on her train as she walks slowly through the fogged graveyard. It's undoubtably old, losing its shine as its been passed through generations, with the ragged, ripped fabric peeling off her skin. She doesn't have a name, but you can call her the grief you feel after your mother's passing, the fresh wound after a broken relationship, but most importantly, she is the names. Names of the dead, engraved into the stone hedges by their loved ones and carved out like they were sculpting their heart on a plate. They belong to her, as much she belongs to them. Easy to miss, yet hard to see, but even if you mistake her for a silhouette in the windy night, you could never ignore her song. A woeful tune, for those filled most with woe, if you will. It's a soft but dark melody that overwhelms you with anxiety, creeping up on you when you least expect it. A lullaby as much as a taunt, she whispers the words in a low hum with a crooked smile you can imagine even when you can't see her face.

GIFT FOR WIFEY REI!!! 🪼🪼💓💓 ALSO INSP STYLE FROM HER CLEARLY. uh I usually don't do this style don't be too harsh guys thank you....💔😭

also laufey.

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y-vna
9 months ago
I LOVE KARINA SO MUCH SHES SO AHH 🔥🔥 just like my wife fr ‼️❕
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
did you expect a story!? lmaoo loser..(go to last image...)

내 거 ㅤ　✿𝆬 ㅤ　˖ 　 ㅤ۫ ㅤ　𝒮 omeone to call mine 　ㅤ𖩣ㅤ　˳ ㅤ۫ ⠀ಿৎㅤㅤ　 @y-unrei

Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
"Why do we all hide? When we feel fear? Is it the need to feel safe? When the end is slowly crawling near?"
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
div by @aquazero
⁺　 ˳ ❀ "How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache in the way mine does?" ◌ ❤︎
Woe is in us all. It's in our hearts, our troubles, our deepest fears instilled within us. Waiting for its turn to churn in our stomachs and clog our throats until it becomes dry. Woe is the intangible feeling of the dreadful future looming over our heads like a countdown to our end. Woe is the women with the black laced veil obscuring her face in shadows, comparable to the jeweled sun hiding behind the comfort of the clouds. She wears a dragging black dress that keeps collecting dirt and grime on her train as she walks slowly through the fogged graveyard. It's undoubtably old, losing its shine as its been passed through generations, with the ragged, ripped fabric peeling off her skin. She doesn't have a name, but you can call her the grief you feel after your mother's passing, the fresh wound after a broken relationship, but most importantly, she is the names. Names of the dead, engraved into the stone hedges by their loved ones and carved out like they were sculpting their heart on a plate. They belong to her, as much she belongs to them. Easy to miss, yet hard to see, but even if you mistake her for a silhouette in the windy night, you could never ignore her song. A woeful tune, for those filled most with woe, if you will. It's a soft but dark melody that overwhelms you with anxiety, creeping up on you when you least expect it. A lullaby as much as a taunt, she whispers the words in a low hum with a crooked smile you can imagine even when you can't see her face.

GIFT FOR WIFEY REI!!! 🪼🪼💓💓 ALSO INSP STYLE FROM HER CLEARLY. uh I usually don't do this style don't be too harsh guys thank you....💔😭

also laufey.

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y-vna
9 months ago
I LOVE KARINA SO MUCH SHES SO AHH 🔥🔥 just like my wife fr ‼️❕
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
did you expect a story!? lmaoo loser..(go to last image...)

내 거 ㅤ　✿𝆬 ㅤ　˖ 　 ㅤ۫ ㅤ　𝒮 omeone to call mine 　ㅤ𖩣ㅤ　˳ ㅤ۫ ⠀ಿৎㅤㅤ　 @y-unrei

Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
"Why do we all hide? When we feel fear? Is it the need to feel safe? When the end is slowly crawling near?"
Omeone To Call Mine @y-unrei
div by @aquazero
⁺　 ˳ ❀ "How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache in the way mine does?" ◌ ❤︎
Woe is in us all. It's in our hearts, our troubles, our deepest fears instilled within us. Waiting for its turn to churn in our stomachs and clog our throats until it becomes dry. Woe is the intangible feeling of the dreadful future looming over our heads like a countdown to our end. Woe is the women with the black laced veil obscuring her face in shadows, comparable to the jeweled sun hiding behind the comfort of the clouds. She wears a dragging black dress that keeps collecting dirt and grime on her train as she walks slowly through the fogged graveyard. It's undoubtably old, losing its shine as its been passed through generations, with the ragged, ripped fabric peeling off her skin. She doesn't have a name, but you can call her the grief you feel after your mother's passing, the fresh wound after a broken relationship, but most importantly, she is the names. Names of the dead, engraved into the stone hedges by their loved ones and carved out like they were sculpting their heart on a plate. They belong to her, as much she belongs to them. Easy to miss, yet hard to see, but even if you mistake her for a silhouette in the windy night, you could never ignore her song. A woeful tune, for those filled most with woe, if you will. It's a soft but dark melody that overwhelms you with anxiety, creeping up on you when you least expect it. A lullaby as much as a taunt, she whispers the words in a low hum with a crooked smile you can imagine even when you can't see her face.

GIFT FOR WIFEY REI!!! 🪼🪼💓💓 ALSO INSP STYLE FROM HER CLEARLY. uh I usually don't do this style don't be too harsh guys thank you....💔😭

also laufey.

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y-vna
9 months ago

I was actually so excited for royalty theme because IMMEDIENTLY my brain went to these gorg mbs (if I use any of them I'll ask for perms from owns)

https://www.tumblr.com/fairytopea/743116722908839936?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/n-americano/757103309082492928?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/wiotas/753542637854851072?source=share

THE COMMUNITY GOT APPROVED YAY JUST WAITING ON THE POLLS FOR THE NAME AND THE THEME TO FINISH! and then I'll set it up and send the link :3

y-vnation it is! (probably)

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I'll make an archive acc and clean up all the messy messy asks on my blog I yap a lot alr.
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