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Pensées pour nos chers disparus 💓🤍💗
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Thoughts for our dear departed 💗🤍💓
Your Name in the Air
It wasn't me who said it.
It was simply there
between the smoke and the rain.
And the sound of a spoon
from the small shop next door.
My tongue knew its shape
before my mind could stop it.
That is how something loved
works inside the body.
Quietly,
without goodbye,
without asking
whether you are ready.
The air holds nothing.
But my chest holds everything.
Every time your name passes through,
it presses something in there.
That has no name
in any dictionary.
Tonight the wind comes from the west.
Your name came with it
from whatever city,
from whatever mouth.
And I am here
not saying it.
Only feeling it pass.
Like someone
who is learning to let go
by staying still,
when what they've released
touches their shoulder
one more time.
You are not here.
But your name
has taken a place
in the corner of this room.
As if it has the right.
And I have not asked it to leave.
There is something heavier
than loss,
when what is lost
still leaves its weight.
In this mattress.
In this cup.
In the pause before I answer
someone else's question.
Someone asked me earlier,
“Are you okay?”
I said yes.
Your name passed through
the spaces between
those letters.
What no one teaches you
about longing is
it does not arrive large.
It arrives small.
The size of your silence before sleep.
The size of a radio jingle
slightly off-key.
The size of a detergent scent
that isn't yours.
But somehow
feels like home.
I no longer say your name
out loud.
But my body
still says it
in its own way.
A heartbeat slightly different,
a breath slightly held,
a hand that stops briefly
in the middle
of doing something else.
Perhaps this is how it goes.
Your name in the air,
me beneath it.
Not waiting,
or forgetting.
Only standing inside
a life that keeps moving.
Learning that
some things don't need to be finished
for you to go on.
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Who do you think the Saja Boys were before they became demons and why I’d they turn?
Edited !
Note. One of my detective readers had pointed out the mix-up I've made in the lyrics bits: In the Original post: "Know I'm the only..." = Romance - "Don't let it show, keep it all inside," = Abby Actual singers: "Know I'm the only..." and "Don't let it show, keep it all inside," = Mystery
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Amazing Q !! And thankfully, already answered !
Based on what the movie gave mhe (plus the lyrics each boy sang) I built their characters as faithfully to the canon as possible, using every crumb Netflix threw my way. Since there's nothing, I can create anything 🍵
Quick disclaimer (just in case): Any of what I’ve said can definitely be interpreted in other ways. I’m not claiming this is how things are, or that this is any kind of formal analysis. I’m just sharing the thought process behind how I created my versions of the boyz for my stories.
So!
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❦ 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠
𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 ☾︎ ⋆。°✩
𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜’𝗺 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗴𝗼. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.
𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗜’𝗺 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗜 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗰𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱.
𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆.
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂; 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗼𝗿 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀. 𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜’𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺, 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼, 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀, 𝗜’𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. ♥︎
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at times in life you decide it’s best to just let go of everything and not let if affect you anymore for the damage it causes you emotionally and mentally is not worth it as you are the only one who suffers and not anyone else
- N.R.K.
In a never-ending quest to find happiness,
Too tired to start again,
Yet too stubborn to give up.
Drowned in sorrow,
Then I saw myself
Hiding in plain sight
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆