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Just two teenagers and their pets on a small trip and enjoying the change of scenery! I wrote a little something to go along with the artwork too x3
“Clarissa notices a glint in Varian’s eyes, and a mischievous smile playing at his lips. This leaves her confused, until he pulls up a rose in his right hand; showing it off to her. Clarissa lightly gasps at this. The rose in itself is beautiful, its leaves a lovely shade of crimson. But it’s the the fact that Varian thought of giving her something as beautiful as a rose that makes the girl smile and blush.
Clarissa giggles, which causes Varian’s cheeks to blush as well, a warm shade of pink spreading across his face as his once mischievous grin turns softer. Clarissa gratefully accepts the flower, taking it from Varian’s hands to look at it further. It’s probably one of the prettiest roses she’s ever seen. Afterwards she leans up to give the alchemist a kiss on the cheek as a sign of her gratitude.
Varian’s eyes widen slightly when he feels her hand on his right cheek and her soft lips pressed against his left. It was only for a moment, barely lasting for a second, but it was a moment that made him blush harder and afterwards chuckle to himself. The sound of his dorky laugh made Clarissa laugh too, before she decided to lean her head against Varian’s shoulder. The boy hesitated a bit at first, but eventually decided to wrap his left arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her closer and resting his head on top of hers as they both gazed upon the scenery before them.”
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(via BEAUTIFUL DAHLIA Leinwanddruck von KatisDesign)
I cried again tonight. I thought I could get through the night but my tears kept on falling. I've lost count. I don't know why I'm like this. Why do you make me like this? Can't you just stay as a fond memory and let me live? Even so, I'll always be yours no matter how many times I try to block you out. I always come back here to write about you.
My la verità.
I can't stop crying. I cry, cry, cry and cry untill my eyes are sore but you're never a bore. So I'll cry till dawn and pray to god on my knees to answer my call. For you, my love. Please, be mine.
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There’s something about them, something so astonishingly different, yet they mean the same on a grandeur spectrum. The flowers given to me verses the flowers I gave to him which culminates the same desires at the end of the day. I am lost in translation when I see these pictures and think of the things that I prayed for, so deeply yet so patiently that I manifested unknowingly.