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cutedollieface · 6 months

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Being alone (Digital Circus Jax x ragitha fanfic)

Most days at the digital Circus played out mostly the same. Wake up, rehearsals, go on some wacky adventure, rehearsal again, and talk and sleep or morn your past life. That's what everyone often did, but today was different.

To start, when everyone woke up for rehearsals for the theme song, Caine was nowhere to be seen. Everyone did line up and ate breakfast, and the bubble was there but refused to say where Caine was. So everyone went their own ways.

Everyone loved to have alone time, all except Ragitha.

Ragitha hates being alone. It's not often that you are ever alone in the digital circus, so when she heard that there was nothing to do, she was scared. She hated being alone.

Being alone in Ragitha was actually one of her biggest fears that she kept secret. She kept this a secret because of what could happen if anyone found out, like if Jax found out he probably would lock her in her room, or if Caine finds out he could play some sick game. She was terrified to be alone for many reasons, for one being alone to her feels like someone is always behind her, but she could never see them. It could also be the fact that when she's alone, she fears she will go insane and be abustracted. However, what she feared the most is that no one liked her or would forget about her easily. No one would go looking for her if something were to happen to her if she was alone and no one would care, As if she was an actual old doll that people could toss in the closet and forget about.

Ragitha didn't want that. She understood if no one loved her or liked her, but she wanted to at least know that someone at least cares enough for her to think about her. She felt there was more to this fear, but she couldn't remember why it was. However, she knows she just feels happier and safer with people. So that's what she does. She goes to look for them.

Ragitha roams the halls and looks around. She sees pomni and goes up to her to try and see if she's willing to do anything with her. She felt scared.

Sadly, Pomni was busy. She was getting still getting used to the tent and was looking around the rooms. Ragitha offered to come along, but Pomni was still scared and preferred to be alone.

Ragitha sighed but kept her head up. Maybe Zooble or Gangle would want to talk or help her make something! She smiled and came up to the table that Zooble and Kinger were sitting at. Ragitha skips and stands next to them.

"Hiya guys, what ya up too?" Ragitha asks, standing straight and rocking on her feet nervously. Zooble lifts an eyebrow at her nervous appearance but shrugs and rolls her eyes.

Kinger yawns and lays his head on the table and says kindly, "Ah, nothing much, me and Zooble were just planning on sleeping. Do you wanna join?" Kinger offers before falling asleep instantly. Zooble rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, no, I said I will be sleeping in my room. You're welcome to sleep at the table with Kinger. I'll be in my room, don't bother me." Zooble sarcastically remarks before walking away. Ragitha sighs. She doesn't want to disturb Kinger in his moment of rest.

She walks around an anxious pit building in her stomach from being alone so far. She looks around, trying to find Gangle next. She spends maybe the better part of an hour before she sees Gangle retiring to her room as well.

Ragitha is now really starting to freak out. She bites her lip and hopes that she could find anyone, anyone at this point to just sit with. Jax seems to be nowhere in sight, and everyone is on their own personal time. She doesn't want to disturb them, though, so she continues walking around, hoping that anyone would stop and talk to her

She is wandering around for a few hours, and it starts to get dark out. Everyone has retired to their rooms, and she is heading back to her room as well. Ragitha plays with her hair as she wonders the hall, scared shitless now that it's Night.

She opens her bedroom door and immediately turns on all lights. In her room, she had about ten plushes scarred across everywhere. Something about her plushies made her less scared, but it could never beat the real thing of having someone there.

Ragitha sits on her bed and begins to get ready for bed, shaking. She puts on a night gown and comes her hair and takes her bow off, and lays in her bed.

"Come on, Ragitha, you're fine. Nothing is going to happen. you're okay." Ragitha rolls herself as she turns over and hugs a plush. Her eyes dart around the room, and she shakes in fear.

Everything always seems more scary at night. She tosses and turns and puts the pillow over her head, but that just makes her more scared. Eventually, she is breathing heavily and clutching onto the bedsheets. Ragitha closes her eyes and tries to take a deep breath.

After a few moments and turning on all the lights in her room and putting a record on, she finally calms herself down and laughs a bit at herself for being so scared.

Ragitha finnally keeps her fear at bau for the moment, starts to drift off into sleep.

Ragitha wakes up, but she feels if something is off. She gets up and gets dressed but realizes it's till night. "That's strange. The clock says it's 7 a.m., it should be morning, and everyone should be awake by now." She says to herself before getting up and getting dressed.

She walks the halls of the tent but notices that the walls are all dark and gloomy with writings on the wall. She feels goosebumps trail across her cloth body and that same fear of being alone again wash over her. She shakes her head.

"No, no, calm yourself, Ragitha. They are probably still sleeping! Yeah." She muttered to herself before walking around. She felt terrified again, this time alot lot worse. Every time she turned a corner, she would see a shadow run away from her. She starts to get more panic as time passes and notices the tent to start falling apart with each lap she makes around the tent.

Ragitha starts to get desperate and rubs and knocks on the doors. She knocks on kingers, no response. Zooble, no response. It's the same thing for Pomni and Gangle. Ragitha is breathing heavily now and runs to Jaxs door.

"Jax? Jax! Please tell me you are in there? Please be in there." She says softly, knocking on his door. After a few minutes with no response, she sighs and begins to jiggle the handle to her surprise. It works. She opens the door and gasps.

There's nothing in the room at all. It's just a black void she stepped into. Jax is nowhere to be seen, and now is when Ragitha realizes everyone left. Everyone is gone but her. She starts panting and shaking her head in disbelief, "No, that can't be true! They would never lea -" as she mumbles to herself, walking out of the door, she feels some pair of hands pull her back into the room.

Ragitha is kicking, screaming, and crying as the finger holds her. Then she starts hearing all these voices, and they yell and scream at her.

"They all forgot you," "You're all alone now."You're going to be alone forever."Scream, no one can hear you.' "No one cares." The words repeat for hours, days, weeks, months and years as ragitha cries and screams for help, but no one hears her.

Maybe the voices are right. No one really does care.

Jax is awoken by Pomni knocking on his door, her shaky voice sounding terrified. Jax rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance before getting up and grooms himself before walking out into the main dining hall. He sits at the table as Zooble, pomni, kinger, and Gangle sit at the breakfast table. Then he realizes someone's missing.

Jax blinks, realizing that Ragitha wasn't the one to wake him up this morning or was she the first awake. She nornally always was. He suddenly sits up in his Seat and turns to the others, "Hey, where is dolly at?" He asks pointing to her empty seat. Zooble shrugs, "don't know, surprised she didn't wake up though," she says eating her food, Pomni was sitting staring off into space and Jax snaps his fingers to get her attention.

"Hey, did you wake up Ragitha yet?" He asks and pomni takes a moment before shaking her head, "No, Caine only told me to wake you up, why you ask?" She says softly before going back to eating and kinger raises his brow, "Yeah Jax, why do you ask?"

Jax rolls his eyes and gets up, "Because I need my prank victim inless one of you want to take Rags place?" Everyone immediately shakes their head and he laughs before making his way down thw hallway.

Jax as he walks down the hall starts to hear noises. He hears an old record playing but then something else. Jax starts to walk a little faster and then he hears the Strange noise and record player coming from Ragithas room.

He blinds and knocks on the door, "Hey, you up in there? Come on Ragdoll, enough beauty sleep!" He says and knocks a few times but no answer. He feels a tiny bit of worry rise up and he grabs the key to her room and unlocks it.

"I'm coming in, so if you don't want me too you better have something to say in one, two, three.." Jaxs opens the door slowly and comes into her room. He notices right away that she has at least several lamps on and the record is playing on full blast.

He walks towards her bed and hears that noise again, he realizes it's crying. He blinks and turns off her record player and hears her sobbing underneath the covers.

This is new to him because, as long as he had been here he has never seen Ragitha cry before. Sure, his seen her sad but never to the point of tears.

He gently lifts the overs over her head down and whispers, "Ragitha?" He sees her eyes are closed tightly and her mumbling things he can't quite make out. He wasn't the type of person to comfort because he didn't really know how to but he was worried. He grabs ragitha by her shoulders and lifts her up a little so she's sitting and his shaking her shoulder a bit calling out her name.

"Ragitha, cone on wake up. It's a nightmare, come on dollface.." He calls out to her and sees her face start twitching, showing that she's waking up.

Finnally, after a few moments she opens her eyes and stares up at Jax looking scared when suddenly she blinks, "...Jax? You're here..! You didn't leave..your here.." She suddenly smiles brightly and hugs him.

Jax froze up and his ears shot up in alarm. This was so strange. Never had Ragitha ever done this and he hated hugs but something inside him told him that she was his freind. He looks at ragitha and slowly puts his arms around her like he's never gotten a hug in his life. He pats her back and then after awhile he hears her cry again. he looks down and she's her face hidden in his shoulder muttering out apologies that he can't quite make out. Jax suddenly hugs her tightly back and pats her back.

"Calm yourself, dolly, it was only a nighmare..what happened?" He pulls away and she wipes her tears before looking around her room and moving a fair distance away from him, a pink blush aginst her cheeks due to embarwssment. She played with her hands nervously.

She took a deep intake of air before letting it go and sighing. "If i tell you you cannot do any pranks on me based on this," she says looking at him angerly. He shrugs and smirks before looking back at her, "No promises, toots. Now what's up, cause I am not good at these things." Ragitha giggled a bit, "I can tell."

Ragitha bites her lip and thinks for a bit before sighing out, "I have a fear of being alone, don't ask why because I don't even know, I just, had a nighmare all of you guys left me and forgot about me, thats all" Ragitha says feeling rather silly for saying it out loud.

It's been a few seconds and Ragitha starts to get worried and nervously looks up at him just to suddenly find him patting her back. She hummed in surprise.

"Listen dollface, I may not be good at these things but know its not stupid to fear that and know I could never forget you," she smiles wondering what he meant before he gives her that devilish grin, "your to annoying to forget."

She sighs and rolls her eyes and gets out of bed, "alright, now I had enough of you, get out of my room for a minute while I change!" Ragitha says giggling and he chuckles and closes thw door behind him. He waits for her outside her door so she isn't scared and walks back with her to the breakfast table, Caine is back and forcing them to be ready but Jax after finding out what she's scared of would never leave her side.

That day Jax spent most of his time with Ragitha making sure shes alright and in general messing around with her. He felt something stir in his chest but pushed it away as he sat with Ragitha.

Maybe this was a start of a very beautiful friendship.

#jax x ragatha #Jax x Ragatha fanfic #digital circus #hurt/comfort #Ragatha #Jax #french writer #(sorry for grammer midtakes #the amazing digital circus

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hornyforpoetry · 3 months

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Greetings, my academics!

I just celebrated my 24th birthday and I wanted to show you all my cake. I just loved it!

#dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #academia #camus #albert camus #cake #birthday #24 years old #academics #absurd #the myth of sisyphus #the stranger #french writer #french literature #literature #modern literature #happy birthday to myself

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embeccy · 3 months

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"Are you in love with me in solitude, with possessiveness?"

- Albert Camus

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lepetitdragonvert · 1 year

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Bee, the Princess of the Dwarfs by Anatole France retold in english by Peter Wright

Artist : Charles Robinson

1920

#anatole france #french writer #bee #abeille #nains #dwarfs #dwarves #1920 #peter wright #charles robinson #golden age of illustration #fairy story #fairy tale #children's literature #children's illustration #children's books #vintage illustration #children's book #old illustration

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givreencres · 1 month

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"time to time, what we need it's not the feeling or the thought, it's something more simple...

It's simply the energy of the body, the movement, the rythm that guides us, who make our brain off.

It's feeling our body free and powerful"

From ongoing writing novella

#morning thoughts #french writer #poeticstories #poetic thoughts

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theidealistphilosophy · 2 years

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The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself.

Albert Camus, Source Unlisted.

#philosophy tumblr #philoblr #french philosophy #french literature #french writer #philosopher #albert camus #absurdism #existentialism #meaning of life #life and death #dark academia #life quotes

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persephonediary · 1 year

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My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.

Anaïs Nin, The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947

#persephonediary #anaïs nin #the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin #nin #classic literature quotes #french writer #diaries #excerpts #fragments #chaos #tragedy #revenge #academia aesthetic

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atlantis-just-drowned · 26 days

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Can you do a barley x reader fic where the reader calls him “Barrel” as a nickname? Not even to tease or be mean, that’s just what they call him? And trader just fuckin LOVES him and loves cuddling him because mans is perfect for cuddling.

A/N: Thank you for this request!! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I'm a bit of a slow writer and had some things going on, but here it finally is! I made it a gn!reader haha I hope you'll like it ahberhfber-

Snowy day

Please reblog this post to show support! Reblogs are what keep me going!

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. It was too early in the morning to be your alarm and classes had been dismissed, but just from the ringtone, you could already tell who was calling.

Opening your eyes with a groan, you reached a hand out of your blankets and grabbed the flat screen on your nightstand, before looking at it with your eyes still half-closed. You blinked as your finger slid on the answering button under the name of Barrel Adventurer of Tomfooleries.

You brought your phone close to your ear as you groaned an interrogative "Yes?" with a morning voice.

This whole nickname thing has started dumbly, really. It went back to when Barley and you were only friends: one time, your tongue went astray, and the two of you had laughed so hard about it that it stuck around.

It was still fun - even though you didn't even need to see the contact name on your screen anymore since he has his own special ringtone, it didn't stop you from calling him that, on a daily basis. Maybe just a bit embarrassing to explain to strangers and friends. But who didn't enjoy some little banters here and there?

"Hello, beautiful thief." You heard from the other side of the line. For a second, your eyebrows furrowed in half-asleep confusion at the strange nickname, before you remembered.

Oh, yeah. This.

You forgot this cute idiot liked to call you by the class of your Quest of Yore's character.

"Do you have anything planned for today?" Barley spoke again.

You looked by the window of your bedroom. Snow was falling abundantly - the reason why classes had been dismissed for the entire day - and the whole neighborhood was already covered white.

"Uh... Not really?" You answered as you finally sat up in your bed correctly. "It's snowing too much to do anything anyway."

As you finished this last sentence, you felt a small chill on your arms because of the coldness outside of your blankets. If your bedroom felt that cold, you couldn't imagine how much colder it must have been outside. Yeah, today was definitely going to be an in-house day.

"Anything? Really? You're underestimating me I think." he spoke playfully, making you giggle a bit at his jest.

"I'm not!" There were still a bit of a laugh in your voice as you answered him. "But I'm begging you not to go out right now for some sort of adventures. You're going to catch a cold."

You heard him laugh in amusement at your warning, before he reassured you. "I didn't plan on going outside, actually."

Exaggerating a sigh of relief, you made him chuckle a bit, and he continued joyfully. "I was more thinking about... Coming to your house? Would it be too far to go in your opinion?"

"Too far?" You answered with slight disbelief, cracking an amused smile at his jests. "Barrel you're literally calling me when I live just next door!"

His laugh resonated again from the other side of the line and made an endeared expression grow on your face. No matter how many time you heard it, you could never get tired of his laugh.

"Well, you got me! Does that mean I can come over?"

"Uh..." Looking around the room for a second, you were still in your sleepwear, and you didn't even got up yet. You didn't really want to welcome him like that.

"Give me 10 minutes, okay?"

You could practically hear him smile.

"Okay, will be there in 10. Be prepared! Love you."

In his eagerness, the elf barely gave you the time to answer with an endeared smile and a soft "Love you too!" before he hung up and left you to a sped-up version of your morning routine.

Of course, Barley kept his promise: precisely 10 minutes and 3 seconds after he had hung up the phone, he was ringing your doorbell almost impatiently. You suspected he had been waiting at your door for a couple of minutes now, just to make sure he'd be on-time, and the thought drew an amused smile to your lips.

Swinging the door open, you welcomed him as his face lit up at your sight. "Hey Barrel!"

He didn't even pick up the nickname, instead moving forward into the house and close to you, planting a kiss on your forehead as he took away his coat. "Hi again, beautiful."

The jacket was left in the corridor while you smiled in endearment at the sweet gesture, and only a couple of minutes later, you were both cuddled into the sofa of your living room.

"Is there anything specific you want to see?" You asked, looking up at him from the place on his chest that you were resting your head on, while the young elf was pointing the remote toward your TV's screen and looking through the available programs.

Humming, Barley wrapped his free arm tighter around your back, his hand resting on your own arm. He continued to look at different movies as he answered you. "Not really, I was hopping you'd have some suggestions for us."

You couldn't really tell why, but the simple thought that he had come over without anything to do, just to be by your side, brought a delighted grin to your lips. You couldn't even stop your cheeks from warming up as you looked at him again. You knew he loved you - it wasn't a secret to anyone, really. He was making it incredibly obvious, on an almost daily basis. But still, each and every one of his sweet little gestures made your eyes sparkle and your heart race, turning you into an absolute love-struck idiot every time.

"What's going on?"

You blinked as you realized he was looking toward you, his expression half-way between interrogative and amused as he raised a brow at your staring. Surprised at first, your expression quickly came back to one of pure affection as you smiled at him, and answered:

"Nothing, I just think you're beautiful."

Barley melted at your words, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks the same way it did every time you graced him with one of your sweet compliments. He simply couldn't stop himself from falling further in love with you, as he cuddled you against his chest and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"And you're the most magnificent person I've ever seen, sweetheart."

#onward #barley #barley lightfoot #ian lightfoot #small story #pixar onward #onward pixar #whispers from atlantis #answered #author is terrified the quality might be bad and terribly sorry for the time it took him to complete this shit #please please please be nice #if you saw weird phrasing no you didn't #french writer #*throwing this into the wild* PLEASE DON'T HURT ME I AM SIMPLY AN INNOCENT NERD #barley x reader #gn!reader #x reader

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mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora · 7 months

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Le Plaisir du Texte, R. Barthes, 1973

[The text is a fetish object and this fetish desires me. The text chooses me, through a whole arrangement of invisible screens, of selective chicanes: vocabulary, references, readability, etc.; and, lost in the middle of the text (not behind it like a machine god), there is always the other, the author.]

#roland barthes #le plaisir du texte #the pleasure of the text #french philosophy #french philosopher #french writer #french criticism #literary criticism #post structuralism #literature #writing #quotes #book quotes #mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora

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licoeur · 18 days

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Le bruit du vent me rappelle le feu

Tu te tiens en flammes à mes côtés

Paisible et la musique danse

Autour de nous soleil et transe

Mais je ne vois rien que le diable

Qui lèche ta langue

Tu me tends une cigarette

Je me brûle et pourtant

Je fume encore sous les nuages d'été

Une dernière fois je prie

Pour quelques fragments oscillants

Entre l'horreur et l'ultime

L'ultime foi qu'un instant

On a pu s'aimer sans hurlements

#texte #french #ecriture #français #quote #ecrivain #poetry #citation #poesie #poeme #french writer #writer

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johnrochesterlovesjazz · 1 year

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French writer Lucien Daudet lover of writer Marcel Proust

#lucien daudet #marcel proust #french writer #writer #lgbtq #lgbt history #gay #lgbtq history #queer

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clemm00n · 2 months

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#meme #french #french memes #memes #funny shit #I am sorry #But this only works in french #😥#funny memes #grammar #grammaire #writer #writer memes #french writer #I really hope that the french side of tumblr will find this #français #blagues #blague française

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luma-az · 8 months

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Des milliers de bouteilles à la mer

Défi d’écriture 30 jours pour écrire, 30 août

Thème : au revoir/écrire

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Chaque jour, elle allait jeter une bouteille à la mer. Une bouteille en verre, soigneusement scellée, contenant une feuille de papier chargée de mots.

Personne n’était censé les lire.

Ecrire, pour elle, c’était une décharge. Un moyen de se défouler, de se sortir de la tête des idées qui y trainaient trop, des pensées qui sentaient le rance, des rancunes et des regrets. C’était aussi un moyen de parler sans être interrompue. Et même si au final elle les destinait au grand large, elle se sentait écoutée, en écrivant ses messages, comme jamais elle ne l’était dans sa vie de tous les jours.

Au quotidien, c’était une gentille fille. Toujours positive. Toujours prête à aider. Un soutien, une oreille, une main secourable, un pilier.

Et elle aimait ça. Elle n’avait pas envie de le gâcher. Elle parlait, oui, et elle était même sincère, parfois. Mais elle ne disait jamais tout. Le reste, elle le gardait pour elle, dans un coin de sa tête, au fond de son cœur, elle le ruminait, le ressassait, avant de le régurgiter sur la feuille. L’acte d’écrire lui a toujours paru salutaire, jamais élégant. Peu importe. Les vagues ne s’en sont jamais plaintes.

Aujourd’hui, elle n’a écrit que deux mots sur sa feuille : Au revoir.

Je sais que personne n’était censé lire. Sauf que depuis tout ce temps, moi j’ai lu. Et j’hésite. J’angoisse. Que faire ? En réalité, je n’ai aucune idée de ce qu’elle compte faire, de ce que veulent vraiment dire ces mots. Sauf qu’au fond de moi, après avoir dévoré tous ses messages, je sais très bien ce qu’ils veulent dire. Je sais ce que voulait dire le geste, depuis le début, de jeter une bouteille à la mer. Ça a toujours été un appel à l’aide désespéré.

Ça me terrifie, mais j’ai pris ma décision. Tant pis pour elle, je suis trop inquiet pour ne pas m’en mêler.

Par contre, me rencontrer risque de lui faire un sacré choc.

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aphotographyofyourlight · 1 year

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🇬🇧from🇲🇫I'm not writing this for nothing, I'm not posting this for nothing, if you're here for the same reasons I'm doing this...you know what to do if you feel the need...so let's talk. As fast as you can. I don't know who you are or how to contact you. But you can find out easily. I do everything for that. Until I do everything for you. In the meantime make yourself known and unique. That's the only reason for this message, you're the only reason I'm here ... thank you for reading me, thank you for trying to find me now that you know where I am, and for answering me so insistently that I'm afraid to miss you. I won't miss our love 💘 if we ever get there... if this one isn't us I wish you the same with someone else...

ℹ️ For the record I am zebra🦓, high potential, hpi hpe hpc, and last I heard maybe ADHD, in any case hypersensitive 😔and this is my strength💥, my pride💫 with which I will help you and understand you as a person 🥲! I have some "dys" too...find out what it is before you get scared. It's not unbelievable, no one has ever been full of it...it's just a simple difference. To live it is sûrement🤷🏼‍♂️ ..but it's the life🥹 of a 🦓un peu👽🤪🦤❤️‍🩹...anyway it's the Life of 🦓👨🏼‍🎨🌜 and that's me.

🇨🇵Je n'écris pas là pour rien, je ne post pas ça pour rien, si tu est là pour les mêmes raisons que je fais tout ça...tu sais ce qu'il y a à faire si tu en éprouve les raisons...alors parlons. Aussi vite que bien. Je ne sais pas qui tu es ni comment te contacter. Parcontre toi tu peux le savoir facilement. Je fais tout pour ça. En attendant de faire tout pour toi. En attendant fais toi connaître et rens toi unique. C'est la seule raison de ce message, tu es la seule raison de ma présence ici ... merci de m'avoir lu, merci de chercher à me trouver maintenant que tu sais où je suis, et de me répondre avec autant d'insistance que j'ai peur de te rater. Je ne raterai notre amour 💘 si on y arrive un jour... si ce on n'est pas nous je te souhaite la même chose avec quelqu'un d'autre...

ℹ️ Pour information je suis zèbre🦓, haut potentiel, hpi hpe hpc, et aux dernières nouvelles peut-être ADHD, en tout cas hypersensible 😔et c'est ma force💥, ma fierté💫 avec laquelle je t'aiderai et te comprendrais comme personne 🥲! J'ai aussi certains "dys"...renseigne toi sur ce que c'est avant d'avoir peur. Ça n'a rien d'incroyable, personne ne s'en est jamais plein...c'est juste une simple différence. À vivre ça l'est sûrement🤷🏼‍♂️ ..mais c'est la vie🥹 d'un 🦓un peu👽🤪🦤❤️‍🩹...en tout cas c'est la Vie de 🦓👨🏼‍🎨🌜 et c'est moi.

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