Personal Message
ΡΛRK JΙМΙИ ♠
❝tarot is always whispering to you. Tarot weaves truth, stories, secrets, and tales. All you need to do is slow down and listen.❞
it is intended for quite other purposes
than to determine when the tall dark man
will meet the fair rich widow
than to determine when the tall dark man
will meet the fair rich widow
do not forget
this feeling is oddly familiar
I. Pm to plot.
II. Call me min or my characters name.
III. Don't just know my backstory.
IV. No dark themes – okay.
V. No romance themes.
II. Call me min or my characters name.
III. Don't just know my backstory.
IV. No dark themes – okay.
V. No romance themes.
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13
OCTOBER
black and orange
park jimin◉
twenty two ish ◉
divination◉
fortune teller◉
jaeual◉
disinterested◉
my darling
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title here
There once was a girl named bella,
"who fell for a handsome fella, she conjured a potion, and caused a commotion, and ended up stuck under an umbrella. Not your usual umbrella, though. Ever heard of the question ‘who put Bella in the wych elm?’?
My father asked me that often, so I could sit, and think. Sit and think and remember to be silent; he was a scared man, always looking over his shoulder, not believing in a place where magic is free to roam and rule, so he taught me fear. Fear because I saw things other’s around me didn’t, fear because when I accidentally touched someone, sometimes I saw them — but older.
Their destiny on that path. Mother loved it though. Every second she could, she bounced around the house, having help to clean, telling us that once we get there, we’ll get there. But where were we going? I didn’t find out until I held mother’s hand. Mother’s once beautiful, cream colored palm, now charred, bubbly, ruined. My father ... That was the first time he ever admitted his fear was wrong. When the smell of burning flesh was too much, and the scent of crisped hair was stuck in our nostrils.
Mother is okay, by the way, don’t worry — I have both parents.
I just should have listened to my heart when I saw what I saw, when I smelled the heat in the air on the crisp autumn day. I will always listen to my path, and it is my duty to help other’s listen to theirs. The big move wasn’t that big in size, but big in our hearts. My mother, smiling, though her face was scared into a permanent grimace, my father happily humming, looking at our family with love, and cherishing each moment with us. He isn’t scared anymore, hasn’t been scared a day in his life since that day. He’s actually really good at familiar care, but that isn’t my story to tell.
I knew of tarot from when I was small, but never believed in it, until I met her. Her, with silver hair cascading in ribbons of gossamer down the small of her back.
I was 16 when I met her — she was marking her 422nd birthday. She told me about tarot, gave me my first set, and told me to concentrate. Taught me, day in, and day out. Her name is Moon Hyuna, and she’s the brightest star I’ve ever seen. I’ve done readings for her for years now, more than I can even begin to count. Would you trust me to read your fate?"
My father asked me that often, so I could sit, and think. Sit and think and remember to be silent; he was a scared man, always looking over his shoulder, not believing in a place where magic is free to roam and rule, so he taught me fear. Fear because I saw things other’s around me didn’t, fear because when I accidentally touched someone, sometimes I saw them — but older.
Their destiny on that path. Mother loved it though. Every second she could, she bounced around the house, having help to clean, telling us that once we get there, we’ll get there. But where were we going? I didn’t find out until I held mother’s hand. Mother’s once beautiful, cream colored palm, now charred, bubbly, ruined. My father ... That was the first time he ever admitted his fear was wrong. When the smell of burning flesh was too much, and the scent of crisped hair was stuck in our nostrils.
Mother is okay, by the way, don’t worry — I have both parents.
I just should have listened to my heart when I saw what I saw, when I smelled the heat in the air on the crisp autumn day. I will always listen to my path, and it is my duty to help other’s listen to theirs. The big move wasn’t that big in size, but big in our hearts. My mother, smiling, though her face was scared into a permanent grimace, my father happily humming, looking at our family with love, and cherishing each moment with us. He isn’t scared anymore, hasn’t been scared a day in his life since that day. He’s actually really good at familiar care, but that isn’t my story to tell.
I knew of tarot from when I was small, but never believed in it, until I met her. Her, with silver hair cascading in ribbons of gossamer down the small of her back.
I was 16 when I met her — she was marking her 422nd birthday. She told me about tarot, gave me my first set, and told me to concentrate. Taught me, day in, and day out. Her name is Moon Hyuna, and she’s the brightest star I’ve ever seen. I’ve done readings for her for years now, more than I can even begin to count. Would you trust me to read your fate?"
we have a little something called integritiy ⌘
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park jimin
nature's hope
wand
yanny
familiar
cauldron
Ingredients
shazam box
stickers
gift box
gifts
mailbox
messages
storage
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ᵈ˖⁺ jaehyung p。 32 seconds ago Reply
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