❛kahlinha - serenity ; tranquility ♡ᵎ
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⌂ introduction *·˚ ༘
⋅ hello cutie pies ! today
my blog will be about . .
⌲ minimalistic
⌲ aesthetic
⌲ writings!!
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ ella
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when i hold my fingers up above me, try to catch the colors reflected by the wind chime, it’s like i’m fishing for rainbows.
dozens are dancing around, ephemeral in how quickly they disappear. like fairies when we stop believing.
it curls the edges of my lips, makes the beginnings of laughter bubble from my throat. and when i sigh, the sound echoes through the air, coming back to my own ears softly.
my arm falls down to my side, a lingering smile on my face.
that same light spills from the window, the rainbows still splayed across the walls by the wind chime’s will. a silent promise of fulfillment. happy days to come.
i’m on cloud nine.
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ ella
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white noise and white walls. soft sheets that feel fresh from the wash and the scent of lavender lingering in the air. a tiny, clean apartment.
that’s what i wake up to every morning.
but sometimes i can still hear that faint jazz — you know, from those old vinyls you liked to collect. it’d be playing in the background, buttermilk pancakes wafting in subtly.
and i’d sit up, slide off the bed, slowly pad into the kitchen where you are. wrap my arms around your stomach, press my cheek against your shoulder. smile into your back as i breathe in deeply, loving how you smelled like sandalwood and pine.
it’s a normal day, a calm day. completely mundane. that’s what i used to think when i woke up to you.
and now that you’re gone, i’m only met with a breath of fresh air. that rich creamy buttermilk is gone, your warm sandalwood washed clean from the sheets. just notes of lavender in the air, a view of the city’s muted morning scape in front of me.
like morning dew on leaves, i’m waking to another day without you.
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ dep
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during the tides of aurora, the warm sky will inhabit cloudbursts of liquid sunshine. the golden touch of a yearning star. smile at the moon barely visible but strung tight. listen for wet roads and crunchy snow melting beneath my feet, frost clinging to everything like fine wine.
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ dep
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sanguine and evergreen
the treetops bend over backwards
mankind’s follies undercurrent the unseen
our future oscillates wayward
clean linen and silky credulity
fine lucrative ethereally scent
let she forge her soul into a wage of sleep
crafting a weapon of godly repent
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ angel
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Pressed petals
Against blank pages
Of a diary filled with
Your words
Somehow they have yet to wilt
Pressure
Against a blank canvas
I have nothing but
My own words
Somehow I have yet to wilt
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ kristina
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Waking up to the sound of chirping birds, I open up my eyes and breathe the fresh air in. Sunlight peeks into my room through the white blinds of the window. I slowly sit up in my bed and look around. I notice you standing in the garden, diligently picking some white flowers. I smile, then I get out of my bed.
I take my way towards the hall, where I put a yellow coat on.
My next location is the garden. The fresh air gently hits my face, morning dew can be seen on the emerald green grass. Our garden is full of elegant butterflies and colourful flowers, and you’re standing between them. You’re just like a butterfly, I steal glances from afar; I wonder if we touch, will I lose you?
You slowly approach me, handing the white flowers towards me. I take them with the same gentleness and breathe in the sweet perfume of them. I hug you and smile into your chest. But your figure disappears from my embrace as soon as I would say, “thank you”. My arms lightly fall back onto my chest, if someone would see me now, they would say that I’m holding my coat in order to keep myself away from the cold weather.
I’m standing all alone, the white bouquet of flowers being laid at my feet, the morning dew shining in the colours of rainbow. I pick up the bouquet, thinking back to the illusion of your perfect figure.
I take a last breath of the chilly air before going back to the kitchen, where I place the flowers into a vase and brew a coffee for myself. The feeling of your touch, the sweet perfume of the flowers and the beautiful picture of you standing my garden ㅡ they all will remain vivid in my memories.
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ kookie
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Tea.
It reminded me of her,
Her smell, her laugh, her tell,
The way she’d curl her fingers around the cup, or the way she’d glance at me from over the rim, eyelashes fluttering with unspoken words.
It was the warmth in the winters we shared,
and the cool breeze of the summers,
no matter where we went,
or how the weather was,
she would always sip at tea,
trying to heal for the unknown.
I can’t drink tea anymore,
It was always her favorite drink
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`·. ➳ kahlinha . .
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╭╯ kookie
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cotton rubbed uncomfortable
against cold skin,
through snow, through rain,
through summer, through spring,
the sweater wore down,
but bore through it all,
the old fabric that seemed
to hold the world together.
the threads, the hung,
but it was better then her,
she thought of it often,
but didn't have the strength.
didn't have it until,
she stumbled across
the boy in blue,
sleeves rolled up,
scars able to breathe,
and she rolled hers up too.
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Last weeks winners
this entry was written by the lovely sunflower. a very remarkable post, that certainly makes the reader curious. what exactly... does this young lady offer to this mysterious man? money? blackmail? it’s ultimately up to the reader to decipher.
“time’s up darling,”
the way that the title corresponds to the dialogue is quite satisfying. and it even makes you think a little...was this young lady placed under some kind of time limit? in which she had to complete a task?
nonetheless, this entry deserves a win for the week. thank you, sunflower, for writing a charming piece such as this!
and...
amazing entry! the description is simply beautiful. in a way, the girl was blinded by the desire to be unbothered, innocent. oblivious to the other girls’ plans, she is desperate to become like them. and so, she trusts them by drinking a pink drink. in the end, it seems to have poisoned her.
overall, this deserves its win for the challenge! written by the wondrous hedgie!
Thank you!! And goodbye! :two_hearts:
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