ᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵏᶤᶰᵍˢ

carrd. /  verses . 

🥺👋🏻

Wow...

Sounds to me like someone wants another trip to the outer space.

is here, lurking.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 betrays the sternness of his features once his son's small hand enters his field of vision and steals his attention from the letters in his hands. Lovely and mischievous, just like her. This man, this father, says nothing ; the world does not need his voice to bend to his will. Just a simple shift of one finger will compel the gravity to his whim. And so, the richest watermelon slice in the plate begins to levitate in silence. Then follows the other fruits before those small digits can reach them. What sort of a reaction awaits him? He can't help but feel rather curious ; his lips have already begun to curl into a grin. / @watermelonmagi

❝ Folly . . ❞ 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄. Yet, in all his persuasion for its exact opposite, Solomon has come to learn that folly, especially of this kind : love, is the exact sort of madness all living beings find themselves needing in life. He himself has yet to experience the fieriest type of love but can still tell that one thing is certain : ❝ We tend to follow our folly infected hearts because the absence of it is extremely cold. ❞