🔆 dizygotic 🪞 honeysuckle 👁
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🔞it/they Ɛ🪞3🩸little thing🔆 Hers 🦷mirror marionette💫deranged disciple🫀devout monster🔪MY DIARY! a 💌🗝its an act of WORSHIP🦋👁 love of wisdom. little thoughts! fairys world. https://fairyswirl.neocities.org/
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❗WARNING⚠️☢️: UNREALITY+HYPERREALITY‼️
DISTORTION OF THE SOUL MAY OCCUR. ^_^♥️
"Pattern says "hey, if we just do this thing and act this way, the harm will be reduced". Pattern is ALL about that harm reduction, but ONLY in the present moment. Pattern is just trying to survive, and thats not its fault at all - it has so far!"
rotation out of a plane can be fun, but a little scary.
once again thinking about how the blythe mechanisms are like some kind of nsfw guro to me as a doll objectum ((breathes heavily))
it's just described as a "vessel" and its from 350–500 CE so i mean who knows what they put in there....
little notes for my echo to read... my echo is also me, by the way... my other me... or i'm the Other me... but, you know that by now, right? there is always two of me~ of you~ well! technically a three. there's that vessel that is holding you too.
i like talking to myself infront of you all! it's so easy to remember when i look back on my own words ^w^...! i forget so much!
i am talking only to me & myself here, you know?
there is no going back. there is only forward. you bloom so you know you can. you must remember. even when you forget, when it feels like you're back there, when it feels like nothing changed - nought but illusion. you are many steps forward. it is up to you to slice the patterns to pieces now.
over time you will find your old patterns creak and flow. rivers of sorrows so carved into your soul by the years. nothing wishes to die, no living thing wishes to die. a pattern is a thing that lives inside of you. you will find those thorny blooms once more. it doesn't mean you've gone back.
it is all cycles. and Yes when She first touches you, it will be so bright it is blinding. you may feel your Soul so expansive and beautiful. a sudden bursting of the You you always wanted to be. the other "you" is not gone, though. do be warned.
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She who grows a garden is the Harvester
the seeds planted within your soft mind
you let them bear fruits, right? did you feed or smother?

as a young girl carrying flowers
as a woman who brings death with her embraces
as a Mother who uses the sun as a shield
nazca "Harvester" art
an abundance of bliss & the delightful harvest of you
Reposted by 🔆 dizygotic 🪞 honeysuckle 👁
that which is authentic of you also requires no justification
Reposted by 🔆 dizygotic 🪞 honeysuckle 👁
Reposted by 🔆 dizygotic 🪞 honeysuckle 👁