Forward from: Where Doves Ache.
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“If love became the very will to live, what remains when it no longer burns?”
(@WhereDovesAche. +)
To inhabit the thought of you, my dear, has made me realize: that I too am in SEARCH OF MUTUALS. With providing limits only for profile needs (wording, icons, mooboards..etc) and art commission only, I yearn for bonds not fleeting, but destined to endure the harsh—yet cruelty of the sacred world.
If by any chance my words find a place in your heart, use @callbirdbot to whisper your presence, and these yearning fingers shall write you back with sincerity.
From @WhereDovesAche,
To you.
ㅤ
“If love became the very will to live, what remains when it no longer burns?”
(@WhereDovesAche. +)
To inhabit the thought of you, my dear, has made me realize: that I too am in SEARCH OF MUTUALS. With providing limits only for profile needs (wording, icons, mooboards..etc) and art commission only, I yearn for bonds not fleeting, but destined to endure the harsh—yet cruelty of the sacred world.
If by any chance my words find a place in your heart, use @callbirdbot to whisper your presence, and these yearning fingers shall write you back with sincerity.
From @WhereDovesAche,
To you.
ㅤ