

The Bohemian
@trillingThrene
Alternian Revolutionary | Void Aspected Ghost | Avid Quadrant Smearer
I thynk that lyttle Rust Blood did not cause Enough of a Styr actually.
Why Are we Pytting Bad Bytches Against one another... we could be Observing their Tender Revelations of Affection.
Those Beforans who Chyt about battle and war Concern Me
Verily, twould be Fyne Indeed to vysyt the Shorelyne, but myne pusher styrs yet wyth Trepydation.
............Why would anyone Place a mug there?
Everyone has Dead Wyfe, dypshyt, it came free with your fucknyg Afterlyfe.
I wonder how many of these Chocolates I can fit in myne Mouth
God Damn but it Rayns here a lot.
Oh no myne heart hath gone on their Watery Pylgrymage to the Ablution Dimension. Pray for me, for I shall not see them untyl the turn of a New Era.
It hath been the age of a Dog synce I hath felt so Lyght.
I am attemptyng to alter the growth patterns of this Voyd pocket to increase the variety of Flowers that burgeon forth wythin.
We also had a cook among our number, who was of bronze hue. I have never seen a bosom quite so bountiful. Lyke, seeing that chest heave was as if one beheld the sea amidst a tempest. She was Tyghtly bound to a teal mate, but I admyt at tymes I did behold her and desyre her. I should not have been so Crass in my gaze, but Good Fucking Lorde. #nsfw #probably
Twas somethyng of a tradition wythin the rebellion, to bestow the honor of Myne favor (a kyss) to a fair warrior who stood stalwart wyth us, often in the vanguard. There was one, an indygo, indygnant and symmering wyth Rage and Fury for her cut down moirail, to whom I offered the Kyss to once. She was lyke a demon upon the battlefield. She was slain only when we were Betrayed and overwhelmed.
Goodness that is a Lot of Cerulean Text.
Rain falls soft from sky Ripples dancing on the deep Your absence my death #haiku
Myne apologies for being maudlyn, but thys song hath styrred somethyng wythyn... https://open.spotify.com/track/3PYdxIDuBIuJSDGwfptFx4?si=R0yGEAhxRjGDAMlybHE8sA
There are tymes myne Inner Bulbs turn to the past and reflect wyth fondness rather than sorrow. Those are good tymes.
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/bd5cde785bd1.jpg Twas a fun to try and Defyne mynesylf through Scent Alone.















