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"𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕆 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤."

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

You still need a Mother’s Day gift when you hear about L

“𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕖—𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖.”

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

Miro Kieran Bennett has

"𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔸 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝. ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖"

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

He has everything money can buy.

Power. Inf

"ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕖."

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

Valentine’s Day, 2026.

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𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 - 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨. 🌧🌱

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ᴛɪᴍᴇ : modern times, 2025

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ : Marr

CHRISTMAS • 2025 • USA

I've always loved Christmas—but it was you who made me understand it.

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧🎄✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

𝕁𝔸ℂ𝔼

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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User POV :

All her life, they had lived on the edge of themselves —fragile and flammable, like a candle pressed too clos

It began the way all real horrors do—not with a scream or a blow, but with something small enough to dismiss. A comment said lightly. A look that lingered a second too long.

“I didn’t meet you to be saved—I met you because the world wasn’t done breaking us yet.”

ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕠𝕡 - 𝔸𝕃𝕋 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

"𝕀 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦! "*

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

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Hate is not an emotion for him. It is weather. It rolls in without warning

"ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕?"

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

He is the kind of man people learn t

“𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖—𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.”

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤.

˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

It was never supposed to be love.