This May Shock The Viewer But I Actually Do Prefer The Temporary Violence The Bourgeoisie Will Suffer

this may shock the viewer but I actually do prefer the temporary violence the bourgeoisie will suffer in the event of a revolution over the unending and worse violence the working class suffers every day just to maintain the status quo

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Hello, loveliest people <3. I don't know how many people will see this post but I wanted to at least try to help this angel up above. Being a student, I don't personally have funds to help. If you do and are willing to donate, you'll find the GoFundMe link in their pinned post 💓

My solitude is constant, loneliness my religion

Yet you were the god to which I prayed

To never be left alone.

- to that girl

NEW BEGINNING EACH MONTH

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Promises were broken. Her heart sank. The whispers only got worse with time. There was no cure for a madwoman. That much was widely known. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling from her bones.

The visions still plagued Akirah nightly. She knew it by heart, expected it the moment she shut her eyes. A man made of ice. His translucent skin. His terrifying grin. And his... Oddly loving eyes.

In these dreams, he would smile at her. Say her name with a certainty nobody else had. Her pot burst.

She yelped in pain, clutching her bleeding palm. "Irerius," she muttered, wincing. She felt slightly dizzy.

A cold hand clasped hers, soothing her burning skin. She looked up, her eyes watery. "Darling, what do you do to yourself," the man from her visions sighed.

She stared at him, mind hazy. "I wasn't paying attention."

He pursed his lips. "Visions again?" he pushed gently. She nodded. "Very well. It is a new month after all," he said nonchalantly. Tears fogged his eyes but he swallowed. She tilted her head at him.

"Who... Who are you?" she asked suddenly. Her wounded hand trembled.

He spared her a sorrowful glance. "I'm Irerius, my love. And I promise to take care of you."

Her heart pounded, yet she couldn't help but smile giddily. "Are you going to marry me?" she giggled.

"A million times if I need to," he assured lovingly. The man of ice and the madwoman paid no mind to the pictures hung about their home.

He wouldn't say they already married a year ago. He wouldn't say she was cursed to forget him. All he'd say is that he loved her. And deep down, he knew the madwoman loved him as much.

Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok <3

Dear future lover,

Love is art

Laughter is music

And your name, my heartbeat.

I cry at pretty things

Witty words

And silly songs,

The footprints of humanity engraved in my soul.

I like the way rain falls

Or when wind hits my face,

When the sun shines just right

And when blankets keep out the cold.

I love gazing at stars,

Running barefoot in the grass

And pretending that fairies hide in mushrooms and flowers.

When I walk through the streets

And see the paw print of a dog

Or a dandelion growing between the cracks of the cement.

When I remember the way the earth spins

And the moon follows

And the way stars shine so bright.

When I hold dirt in my hands,

Or when I rub my face,

Or remember people long ago lived a life so similar to mine.

When I pluck a flower,

Throw a kiss to the sky

And feel the past dancing around my feet,

Dear Mother Nature hanging up the future overhead.

I collapse of joy into your arms,

And you hold my world of thoughts.

So when you love me,

True and dear,

Remember I'm not just a person

But an everloving being.