Savince
 
 
Trabalho artístico em destaque
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[slightly outdated. Most of it stands true, however :)].


Greetings, Journeyer. I welcome you to my world.
Grab a cup of tea and enjoy your stay!
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A little about myself
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• Hello! I'm ardent about anything poetry related. Writing poems and/or letters to my friends and myself is what brings me to the state of tranquility. Trying to spread positive vibrations into the world through the art of the word.
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• I have an interest in learning about anything life, from urban evolution to the
intricacy of the human mind.

Sav is usually the nickname I go by, but I encourage you to use whatever feels best to you!

• Love videogames as an art-form (Journey), and always seek to find such gems.

• I'd say I'm fairly open-minded. Whilst I don't necessarily agree with everything said, I try and get a clearer understanding of the thought process behind it. I respect you and your viewpoints! Deep and intricate talks tend to evoke a newly found admiration for the person I'm talking to.

• Usually found in nature, mesmerized by the tender susurration provided.

• In the pursuit of finding my zen, for I believe in meliorism, which always starts with yourself.
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• Elated with the smell of petrichor.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀:autumn_leaf:
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• Self-proclaimed total dullard, but I read Books, letting us experience life through a second consciousness. Our species's most successful technology for cheating the dismal fate out of the abstract aloneness it would otherwise impose on us.... But still a total dullard.

• Listing more would take away the joy of getting to know a newly met friend. (Or perhaps I'm too lazy to expand on it... both)

• Happily living with my sweetheart :spaceseal:


Interested in adding?

→ I would highly appreciate if you don’t use me as your personal therapist. Or anybody, for a matter of fact. This leads to overburdening them - or me - with exigency, which can be exceedingly draining and psychologically damaging.
I will support you however I can, and I genuinely want and will be there for you, but setting boundaries is fundamental in a successful relationship.

→ I don't ERP.

→ I befriend people in the hopes of a long term friendship.

Stay Alluring!
Art.
You are not art.

Forget about what all those other people tell you. You are not a motionless beauty. You weren’t created to be marveled at by ungrateful eyes, nor were you created to be mocked for your every imperfection and flaw. You were not created for somebody else’s pleasure.

You are not art.

You are water, gently washing away all the dirt and scars of the past one drop at a time

You are fire, bright and beautiful lighting up the darkness in others, leading them home

You are earth, lush, bountiful and free giving away everything yet sometimes without any in return

You are wind, sending chills down the spines of those who realize your worth

No, you are not art, you are so much 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
Itens em destaque
Jogos concluídos em destaque
lévaine 10 de out. às 8:25 
Into the garden one dreams,
To be whisked away like your favourite cake batter
Why gardens? Why the pleasant little worlds we create?
I think, as my aged brush touches the canvas:
It is an art that continues blooming
Its beauty shines and we share it gleefully with amiable friends
Share your flowers with friends, strangers,
And the one safe in your heart
For your heart to them is home;
A warm sunrise that brings comfort to the chilly nights ahead

To become the ocean requires strength
But it is a treasure full of history, secrets, and the unknown
For others, it is vast, cold, or warm
A beautiful blue sea that is home to all
It hugs the world and nourishes our soil
We ourselves are made of water
As each day that goes by,
Let’s appreciate the ocean, the nails, and the rest of this world
For everything thrives on appreciation and kindness
Including art painted from a wonderful mind.
Yumekira 9 de out. às 8:51 
I'm your sunflower for life :feelings:
Trixi🌹 3 de out. às 16:12 
Nice guy! Have a good day!
lévaine 1 de out. às 6:54 
Woeful silence, decadent gardens
   I'm in my own world again,
     Lost, releasing my inner peace
        A sanctuary devoted to fine hours
            I fade . . . I sink, I tremble;
         My icy breath submits to solitude
     Dark brown eyes fear the forbidden light
    I detail to friends of enlightened evenings,
   Wry smiles all around, familiar wrinkles
  I'm aging, but I am no flower
With every bloom, each plant remains youthful
  But the seasons are not kind to me
    Instead, I'm vanishing as the seconds pass
       Stumbling, careful not to crush the daisies
         Distant doves coo to fill the silence
            . . . it's quiet here . . .
         . . . remember the birds and the light . . .
lévaine 1 de out. às 6:54 
              . . . descend swiftly . . .
            . . . free yourself from the egg . . .
          Nestled warmly away from any harm
        Peace envelops my aching mind
      Those knees pleading for rest
    Palms pressed together,
Harmonies hummed in union,
  I repeat each dream
    Gaze as its innocence in my hands
      And follow the painted shadows
        Guiding me oncemore
         . . . be kind to yourself . . .
            . . . there's only peace here . . .
lévaine 1 de out. às 6:54 
         . . . enter into the mirror . . .
         . . . regain consciousness . . .
       "To the light, to the light," it exclaims
      The merit of confusion rattles my brain
     Out of curiosity, I dip my fingers into cold liquid
   Signing my name, revealing a whirling portal
  Do I enter, borrowing the values that stimulate
The cage above my eyes? I think I will
  A plethora of scents whisper sweetly to me
   As I become a stained glass window
    Reflecting the wisdom stored in my heart.