Published in Social "hook-ups"?
Published in Social "hook-ups"?
Published in Social "hook-ups"?
Image credit by Ptarteek Kaytel
Image credit by Ptarteek Kaytel
Image credit by Ptarteek Kaytel
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🏥--> ⛪ This writer apologises for her dissappearance. Hey, it really WAS NOT my fault. Living a life filled with passion, overthinking and drama...I should have known better. Welcome back to my page. Misfits to the left, lunatics to the right. Subhumans, hold the centre please. I missed you all!
🏥--> ⛪ This writer apologises for her dissappearance. Hey, it really WAS NOT my fault. Living a life filled with passion, overthinking and drama...I should have known better. Welcome back to my page. Misfits to the left, lunatics to the right. Subhumans, hold the centre please. I missed you all!
November 11, 2023
November 11, 2023
November 11, 2023
Suicidal social networking
Suicidal social networking
Suicidal social networking
Temporary Fix
Temporary Fix
Temporary Fix
Social (net)working
~ Anyone got a clue?
Well, I am social. I wear social like battle armor. My smile is always real, the expression of being puzzled ? Not so much. However if you relate to picture? "Welcome, fellow warrior!"
Saturday
~ I'm working since the rest of the week is way too busy? Do we understand?
An ode to a timeless lady
In a world of whispers and neon glow,
there danced a girl with a spirit aglow.
Her weariness draped like a heavy cloak,
Yet, her attire spoke, a vibrant bespoke.
Tired eyes, like stars in a midnight sky,
Her attention span, a kitten's soft sigh.
Still, she dressed in hues, a cartoon array,
armor woven in threads, keeping darkness at bay.
Her steps a ballet, a delicate dance,
in a realm where exhaustion held its chance.
A kaleidoscope of colors, her shield and sword,
her persona, her armor, in this sleep-deprived discord.
Black curl tresses cascaded like a waterfall,
her laughter, a melody, a siren's call.
Through the fog of weariness, she'd prance,
a whimsical spirit in a world askance.
Giant bows adorned her wild, tousled hair,
delicate touch of fantasy in a reality so bare.
Mismatched socks, a rebel in style,
in this weary world, she'd bravely beguile.
Her laughter was a potion, a magic spell,
in this dreary realm, where shadows dwell.
Through the chaos, a resilient pearl,
A girl so tired, yet a cartoon character swirl.
In every stitch and every vibrant hue,
lies a tale of battles, fought and true.
Her fatigue, a canvas for colors to splatter,
a girl so tired, yet her spirit, a chatter.
She wears her exhaustion like a crown,
as in her cartoon world, she won't drown.
For in each animated step she takes,
with a tired heart, resilient spirit awakes.
~ My ode to the legendary BB, with all my love, Resigner H. Luth ©
Resigner 💜
Thanks for the music!
Keep doing it your OWN way.
#justmoveforward
🪝Keep on reading - fantasy battles on earth continue, where my "Catalysts" are doing something great. The chemistry, the romance and familiar faces coming soon.
Social (net)working
~ Anyone got a clue?
Well, I am social. I wear social like battle armor. My smile is always real, the expression of being puzzled ? Not so much. However if you relate to picture? "Welcome, fellow warrior!"
Saturday
~ I'm working since the rest of the week is way too busy? Do we understand?
An ode to a timeless lady
In a world of whispers and neon glow,
there danced a girl with a spirit aglow.
Her weariness draped like a heavy cloak,
Yet, her attire spoke, a vibrant bespoke.
Tired eyes, like stars in a midnight sky,
Her attention span, a kitten's soft sigh.
Still, she dressed in hues, a cartoon array,
armor woven in threads, keeping darkness at bay.
Her steps a ballet, a delicate dance,
in a realm where exhaustion held its chance.
A kaleidoscope of colors, her shield and sword,
her persona, her armor, in this sleep-deprived discord.
Black curl tresses cascaded like a waterfall,
her laughter, a melody, a siren's call.
Through the fog of weariness, she'd prance,
a whimsical spirit in a world askance.
Giant bows adorned her wild, tousled hair,
delicate touch of fantasy in a reality so bare.
Mismatched socks, a rebel in style,
in this weary world, she'd bravely beguile.
Her laughter was a potion, a magic spell,
in this dreary realm, where shadows dwell.
Through the chaos, a resilient pearl,
A girl so tired, yet a cartoon character swirl.
In every stitch and every vibrant hue,
lies a tale of battles, fought and true.
Her fatigue, a canvas for colors to splatter,
a girl so tired, yet her spirit, a chatter.
She wears her exhaustion like a crown,
as in her cartoon world, she won't drown.
For in each animated step she takes,
with a tired heart, resilient spirit awakes.
~ My ode to the legendary BB, with all my love, Resigner H. Luth ©
Resigner 💜
Thanks for the music!
Keep doing it your OWN way.
#justmoveforward
🪝Keep on reading - fantasy battles on earth continue, where my "Catalysts" are doing something great. The chemistry, the romance and familiar faces coming soon.
Social (net)working
~ Anyone got a clue?
Well, I am social. I wear social like battle armor. My smile is always real, the expression of being puzzled ? Not so much. However if you relate to picture? "Welcome, fellow warrior!"
Saturday
~ I'm working since the rest of the week is way too busy? Do we understand?
An ode to a timeless lady
In a world of whispers and neon glow,
there danced a girl with a spirit aglow.
Her weariness draped like a heavy cloak,
Yet, her attire spoke, a vibrant bespoke.
Tired eyes, like stars in a midnight sky,
Her attention span, a kitten's soft sigh.
Still, she dressed in hues, a cartoon array,
armor woven in threads, keeping darkness at bay.
Her steps a ballet, a delicate dance,
in a realm where exhaustion held its chance.
A kaleidoscope of colors, her shield and sword,
her persona, her armor, in this sleep-deprived discord.
Black curl tresses cascaded like a waterfall,
her laughter, a melody, a siren's call.
Through the fog of weariness, she'd prance,
a whimsical spirit in a world askance.
Giant bows adorned her wild, tousled hair,
delicate touch of fantasy in a reality so bare.
Mismatched socks, a rebel in style,
in this weary world, she'd bravely beguile.
Her laughter was a potion, a magic spell,
in this dreary realm, where shadows dwell.
Through the chaos, a resilient pearl,
A girl so tired, yet a cartoon character swirl.
In every stitch and every vibrant hue,
lies a tale of battles, fought and true.
Her fatigue, a canvas for colors to splatter,
a girl so tired, yet her spirit, a chatter.
She wears her exhaustion like a crown,
as in her cartoon world, she won't drown.
For in each animated step she takes,
with a tired heart, resilient spirit awakes.
~ My ode to the legendary BB, with all my love, Resigner H. Luth ©
Resigner 💜
Thanks for the music!
Keep doing it your OWN way.
#justmoveforward
🪝Keep on reading - fantasy battles on earth continue, where my "Catalysts" are doing something great. The chemistry, the romance and familiar faces coming soon.
