rose
@bocchitherose.bsky.social
My name is Roselayed. The wonderseeker. Nonsense-user. I love Aston Machan.
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rose
@bocchitherose.bsky.social
· Nov 9
Yes, this is Rose.
Would it not be nice to be able to disconnect the brain and be content seeing the flaring light of a ceiling lamp?
January 29, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Would it not be nice to be able to disconnect the brain and be content seeing the flaring light of a ceiling lamp?
It is to be seen what I truly have been given as a result of the last four months of my life, but for now I know it to be two things at least.
The experience itself, a strange connection to the fast food chain Kentucky Fried Chicken, and thus a story to tell.
Yeah, it really was strange.
The experience itself, a strange connection to the fast food chain Kentucky Fried Chicken, and thus a story to tell.
Yeah, it really was strange.
January 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM
It is to be seen what I truly have been given as a result of the last four months of my life, but for now I know it to be two things at least.
The experience itself, a strange connection to the fast food chain Kentucky Fried Chicken, and thus a story to tell.
Yeah, it really was strange.
The experience itself, a strange connection to the fast food chain Kentucky Fried Chicken, and thus a story to tell.
Yeah, it really was strange.
If I don't end up committing suicide soon I'll probably start hating everyone, and I'd much rather dissipate as my most beautiful self.
As beautiful as I can make it to be...
As beautiful as I can make it to be...
December 28, 2024 at 7:34 PM
If I don't end up committing suicide soon I'll probably start hating everyone, and I'd much rather dissipate as my most beautiful self.
As beautiful as I can make it to be...
As beautiful as I can make it to be...
The perfect day is spent sleeping and only waking up to eat.
December 28, 2024 at 6:36 PM
The perfect day is spent sleeping and only waking up to eat.
Loneliness is a deathly sickness, yet being with people is misery-inducing.
December 28, 2024 at 8:50 AM
Loneliness is a deathly sickness, yet being with people is misery-inducing.
The freezing chill of loneliness has pierced me, spreading throughout my body like a lovely poison. In instants I am overcome, falling in delirium. The world is a galaxy, and we are all stars. My heart has become a black hole already, so will you step into my mystery?
December 26, 2024 at 10:47 PM
The freezing chill of loneliness has pierced me, spreading throughout my body like a lovely poison. In instants I am overcome, falling in delirium. The world is a galaxy, and we are all stars. My heart has become a black hole already, so will you step into my mystery?
If it were possible, then I would gather all the love for me in the world--from humans and the world itself--and splinter it. Shatter it all into bits and pieces to then scatter it across the world, writing love into reality. A lifetime's worth redirected at a select few on earth, for one moment.
December 25, 2024 at 4:50 AM
If it were possible, then I would gather all the love for me in the world--from humans and the world itself--and splinter it. Shatter it all into bits and pieces to then scatter it across the world, writing love into reality. A lifetime's worth redirected at a select few on earth, for one moment.
Finger on the trigger, sky-piercing one shot.
December 24, 2024 at 9:46 PM
Finger on the trigger, sky-piercing one shot.
We are condemned to be free.
December 23, 2024 at 7:50 PM
We are condemned to be free.
To float: to move slowly on water or in the air.
People that can float can see the most beautiful sceneries. They would also come crashing down the hardest, splattering on concrete.
I would like to float one day. Just one day is enough.
People that can float can see the most beautiful sceneries. They would also come crashing down the hardest, splattering on concrete.
I would like to float one day. Just one day is enough.
December 21, 2024 at 6:06 PM
To float: to move slowly on water or in the air.
People that can float can see the most beautiful sceneries. They would also come crashing down the hardest, splattering on concrete.
I would like to float one day. Just one day is enough.
People that can float can see the most beautiful sceneries. They would also come crashing down the hardest, splattering on concrete.
I would like to float one day. Just one day is enough.
Mu might seem mean and it appears as if she is aiming to take us down with her, but she's actually really sweet.
Spinach's family is thriving, but Spinach is not doing as well. The space inhabited might not be suitable for the little thing. It cannot help nor save itself. Poor Spinach.
Spinach's family is thriving, but Spinach is not doing as well. The space inhabited might not be suitable for the little thing. It cannot help nor save itself. Poor Spinach.
December 21, 2024 at 6:05 PM
Mu might seem mean and it appears as if she is aiming to take us down with her, but she's actually really sweet.
Spinach's family is thriving, but Spinach is not doing as well. The space inhabited might not be suitable for the little thing. It cannot help nor save itself. Poor Spinach.
Spinach's family is thriving, but Spinach is not doing as well. The space inhabited might not be suitable for the little thing. It cannot help nor save itself. Poor Spinach.
The remaining time is melancholy. A faint glow in dark, though it appears to be light reflected in the mirror.
O, seekers of eternity, listen to this song unsung. For it has no name, for it shall become nothing.
The divine forsakes, yet seek not the mortal hand.
O, seekers of eternity, listen to this song unsung. For it has no name, for it shall become nothing.
The divine forsakes, yet seek not the mortal hand.
December 21, 2024 at 12:38 AM
The remaining time is melancholy. A faint glow in dark, though it appears to be light reflected in the mirror.
O, seekers of eternity, listen to this song unsung. For it has no name, for it shall become nothing.
The divine forsakes, yet seek not the mortal hand.
O, seekers of eternity, listen to this song unsung. For it has no name, for it shall become nothing.
The divine forsakes, yet seek not the mortal hand.
Take my hand, bring me to the sea.
Will a day come where we are free?
Take me to water, into the deep.
With your hands, lull me to endless sleep.
Put me to rest, please, like always.
Again, again, like bygone days.
Whisper goodbye in a million parts,
and it will stay shining like starshards.
Will a day come where we are free?
Take me to water, into the deep.
With your hands, lull me to endless sleep.
Put me to rest, please, like always.
Again, again, like bygone days.
Whisper goodbye in a million parts,
and it will stay shining like starshards.
December 15, 2024 at 10:13 AM
Take my hand, bring me to the sea.
Will a day come where we are free?
Take me to water, into the deep.
With your hands, lull me to endless sleep.
Put me to rest, please, like always.
Again, again, like bygone days.
Whisper goodbye in a million parts,
and it will stay shining like starshards.
Will a day come where we are free?
Take me to water, into the deep.
With your hands, lull me to endless sleep.
Put me to rest, please, like always.
Again, again, like bygone days.
Whisper goodbye in a million parts,
and it will stay shining like starshards.
My favorite flowers are carnations and camellias.
December 13, 2024 at 10:10 PM
My favorite flowers are carnations and camellias.
iunderstanditnowthemeaningofthislifeeverything
December 2, 2024 at 2:56 PM
iunderstanditnowthemeaningofthislifeeverything
If I erased everything, will I be free?
December 2, 2024 at 2:11 PM
If I erased everything, will I be free?
I was told to live.
November 26, 2024 at 9:04 PM
I was told to live.
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I ought to just get it over with.
November 24, 2024 at 6:36 PM
I ought to just get it over with.
If you manage to keep sleeping then a glorious daybreak will surely await those who are free...
November 24, 2024 at 10:08 AM
If you manage to keep sleeping then a glorious daybreak will surely await those who are free...
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
November 23, 2024 at 10:42 AM
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Midnight. Flowing stars. Rippling daylight. Aozora. Five seconds. Fingertips. Race ahead. Take me away. Yumemiru. Pink clouds. Unrestrained egokilling. Departure. Journey. Destination. On or off. That's life. "That's life." Understanding. To wander. Lukewarm water. And she responded, I want to die.
November 23, 2024 at 6:14 AM
Midnight. Flowing stars. Rippling daylight. Aozora. Five seconds. Fingertips. Race ahead. Take me away. Yumemiru. Pink clouds. Unrestrained egokilling. Departure. Journey. Destination. On or off. That's life. "That's life." Understanding. To wander. Lukewarm water. And she responded, I want to die.
If you want to become an adult, then you don't shy away from the complicated questions. If you want to become an adult, then you don't shy away from addressing your own feelings, wants and needs. If you want to become an adult, you must learn that everyone else also barely knows what they're doing.
November 22, 2024 at 8:55 AM
If you want to become an adult, then you don't shy away from the complicated questions. If you want to become an adult, then you don't shy away from addressing your own feelings, wants and needs. If you want to become an adult, you must learn that everyone else also barely knows what they're doing.
You can convince yourself it's blue, but then a lot of people call it green and it is as if blue is no longer blue. A blueish-green? A greenish-blue? Amidst the loss of color people continue to paint, and I am left to wonder...
It's blue, isn't it?
It's blue, isn't it?
November 21, 2024 at 3:24 PM
You can convince yourself it's blue, but then a lot of people call it green and it is as if blue is no longer blue. A blueish-green? A greenish-blue? Amidst the loss of color people continue to paint, and I am left to wonder...
It's blue, isn't it?
It's blue, isn't it?