malphitecute
@malphitecute
Fireflies stitched phosphorescent scars across the meadow’s black flesh, sewing wounds of darkness with luminous thread. Night wore its injuries proudly, glittering like a soldier jeweled in shrapnel.
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michaelone
@michelone
The most beautiful thing I’ve grown is patience.
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