A loose lipped cliche that isn't whimsical, but rather dismal.
by tbanarchy So I was sent this piece by a Commaful user to one of my pieces about how women weren't "objects" for men.
A prince fell in love with his π€π¦πππππ₯, and π§ππ£πalized his love for the π πππππ₯ of his desire.
Humans are complex ... It's hard for us to see the unseen side of one another, who they are, what they like, what they hate, what makes them happy, sad or hollow .... How all this can be relayed?
"She's smiling, She looks happy, She's fine" ... We perverted any understanding of emotions ...They become as individualistic,
as vain as our contemporary reality.
PS: A piece inspired by the sui...
It was night. A black night, painted red with blood. The buzzing in his ears from the gunshots reminded him of his alarm clock,
A loose lipped cliche that isn't whimsical, but rather dismal.
by tbanarchy So I was sent this piece by a Commaful user to one of my pieces about how women weren't "objects" for men.
A prince fell in love with his π€π¦πππππ₯, and π§ππ£πalized his love for the π πππππ₯ of his desire.
Humans are complex ... It's hard for us to see the unseen side of one another, who they are, what they like, what they hate, what makes them happy, sad or hollow .... How all this can be relayed?
"She's smiling, She looks happy, She's fine" ... We perverted any understanding of emotions ...They become as individualistic,
as vain as our contemporary reality.
PS: A piece inspired by the sui...
It was night. A black night, painted red with blood. The buzzing in his ears from the gunshots reminded him of his alarm clock,