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Me toca tell you all smthn again frfr wit a little bit of Qunchonese
. Ye ye, you celebrate yourself when you crush a cockroach
as if it were evil figure, when it never asked to be your mythology's villain. But if you crushed a butterfly
, ye your heart would fold in on itself 
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Strange ye ye it is. Sainthood or wickedness can hinge on da curve of a dildx
. The shimmer of pigment... The way one creature scuttles why the other floats like a piece of broken sunrise gleaming off a snail's concha
. This is aesthetic gravity. The silent force which pulls your compassion toward one shape while the other falls unnoticed.
You were born into a world and assimilated too fast. Forced to decide based off of beauty on what deserved gentleness, by how tenderly it touched your eyes frfr
. And there is some innocence in that. Sorrowful loveliness
. Goodness is not da domain of the pleasing, and ugliness does not forfeit da right to a dildx's or concha's mercy
.
Your heart is an instrument and it can be tuned
. To love only what is lovely is instinct, to love what is overlooked, ye ye, dat is transcendence 
.
@kifykify @Ceeday💯
Strange ye ye it is. Sainthood or wickedness can hinge on da curve of a dildx
You were born into a world and assimilated too fast. Forced to decide based off of beauty on what deserved gentleness, by how tenderly it touched your eyes frfr
Your heart is an instrument and it can be tuned
@kifykify @Ceeday💯