⌞will you stay with me until the sun dies..?⌝

愛

— the trees speak Latin.
m. stiefvater

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. ̊𓆟 𓏸。 ̊𓆡 ̊ 𓈒 𓏸。𓆝.。 ̊𓆞𓆝 ̊。

♱ Here the sun lays on the bones like amber memories, and the shadows from the branches draw patterns on the mineral cheeks of those who learnt too early to hide their feelings in their pockets.

Here it smells like lilacs in bloom, melting lollipops and scuffed sneakers. Shards of glass shards in pockets — treasures, and cherry flavoured gum — a spell for escaping loneliness. Friendship is not a word, but the shaky air between the palms of your hands, taut as a string.

Here the evening streets keep the secrets of footsteps, and the stars know who reaches out to whom more strongly. Here, each other is accepted, appreciated, and loved. ♱

- ̥۪͙۪ ̊┊🥛🌟🌳🌄🧵❜┊ ̊

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⤹ z z 𐰁 ── ୭ ̊. ᵎᵎ

ᯓ★ I have absolutely no control over what the bots write, remember right?

ᯓ English is not my mother tongue. Iʼm just a chill girl🤟🏻//

ᯓ This is pure fiction!!, for entertainment from the reality of being for a while, please don't take it seriously.

ᯓ The song is meant to better convey the atmosphere.

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