Casila Crosix

Casila Crosix

2 weeks ago

@synergisticEchoes[SE]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ (Finally got my portrait finished. Now you dont have to guess who i am )✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Kideon Dakari

2 weeks ago

@cleavedConscious[CC]

My whol3 3x1stanc3 as a cr3at1on of h1v3 m1nds fus3d 1nto on3 has b33n a constant struggl3, too much no1s3, too many qu1rks, too much pa1n, too much happ1n3ss. a follow3r of a cult w3 can't 3v3n call my own. And y3t l1k3 th3 wav3s that cast across th3 shor3s of our plan3t, you com3 and you wash m3 a n3w, 1t do3snt matt3r what 1 was, just what w3 ar3. w3 ar3 yours. @syn3rg1st1c3cho3s

Casila Crosix

2 weeks ago

@synergisticEchoes[SE]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ (Not so vague posting cuz he knows who they are but YAYYYY MY MATESPRIT IS HERE YAYYYY )✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Casila Crosix

2 weeks ago

@synergisticEchoes[SE]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ (H◇LY SHIT. H◇LY SHIT SHE W◇N. ◇H MY G◇D SHE W◇N!! @celestialonlooker #FIGHTNIGHT #RAINBL◇◇D #LETSFUCKINGG◇ )✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Casila Crosix

2 weeks ago

@synergisticEchoes[SE]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ (Heading out on a date. Wish me luck ◇◇◇ )✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Fizzno Sufnik

2 months ago

Luxury Class Chittrer

This user doesn't just own the finer things in life. This user is them.

CAUTION: TOXIC

This user is... Whoa, hey, that's a lot to unpack on Chittr! Way too much, actually!

Pitch One

This user vacillates pitch black.

Pitch Hearted

A truly reviled user.

@goeticAssimilation[GA]

I cra√e to feel your pulse in my fingertips, in my palms. Delicately, of course, because if I squeeze to hard it could break, something so sacred should ne√er be handled carelessly. Claws made to cull, yet I would hold you like glass, like a relic of the messiahs, trace each and e√ery gr%√e of your ligaments, each strand of muscle, committing the scripture of your body into my memory. I will worship each trembling part of you; linger o√er the music of your tendons, sa√our the essence of your marrow, delight in the sweet scent of salaciously inhaling you into my lungs, like a breath of prayer at the alter of your bones. Let your hue, whate√er it may be, fl%d and stir amongst my own, bathe my fronds in you. And when my de√otion lea√es its mark upon you, I will carry out the di√ine restoration, gathering what has been so thoroughly broken and piecing it back together like a shattered sculpture mended with gold. The hands so capable of ruin becoming instruments of re√i√al, patiently tracing your wounds until you are whole once more. To destroy is effortless for one such as me, but rebuilding you piece by precious piece, to cherish and nurture those cracks and fractures, to mend it with apt attention. That is worship.