_ilianaaa

I'm trying to be consistent so here's chapter five 
          	I just published " Chapter Five | Augustine | " of my story " A Summer's Tale  ". https://www.wattpad.com/1439530163?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=_ilianaaa

_ilianaaa

I'm writing Unbridled Girls but it needs some good editing before posting so here's a chapter of a Summer's Tale because who doesn't love the Folklore love triangle between Betty, James and Augustine?
          I just published " Chapter Four | Betty | " of my story " A Summer's Tale  ". https://www.wattpad.com/1433773575?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=_ilianaaa

_ilianaaa

I'm alive. I plan to finish Unbridled Girls before the year ends. I'll be back 

travist_

@_ilianaaa / oh which island? good to know, have fun! m fine, study stress, cllg stress. i wanna change my field now lol
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_ilianaaa

@ travist_  what about you? How are you doing? How's life and college (how's premed treating you?)?
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_ilianaaa

@ travist_  i'm doing really great! Recently moved to Europe and I'm living on an island and it's been good so far 
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adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity