Trombalazana
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It started, as these things often do, with a whisper that made me tremble. A murmur on the radio, a voice that spoke of change, of a world on the cusp. “History unfolding” they called it. A grand, sweeping narrative that led only to a tangle of broken promises and autocracy
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
November 16, 2025 at 3:34 PM
It started, as these things often do, with a whisper that made me tremble. A murmur on the radio, a voice that spoke of change, of a world on the cusp. “History unfolding” they called it. A grand, sweeping narrative that led only to a tangle of broken promises and autocracy
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
Light is not just what you see, but also who you are with. Since you’ve been gone, I live in darkness, with the weight of all the unspoken words stuck in my throat. Everything feels too vast now, and I can barely bear the weight of silence.
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
November 15, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Light is not just what you see, but also who you are with. Since you’ve been gone, I live in darkness, with the weight of all the unspoken words stuck in my throat. Everything feels too vast now, and I can barely bear the weight of silence.
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
Her fingers embroidered with skill and speed. With her hands busy, she found it easier to think. “It’s natural that you’re brainwashed,” she muttered, looking at her nephews. “Your heads are full of lies injected into you by social media and disreputable tabloids.”
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
November 14, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Her fingers embroidered with skill and speed. With her hands busy, she found it easier to think. “It’s natural that you’re brainwashed,” she muttered, looking at her nephews. “Your heads are full of lies injected into you by social media and disreputable tabloids.”
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
She thought of the future stretched out before her, a long, empty road, and she wondered how she would stay on track.
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
November 11, 2025 at 10:00 PM
She thought of the future stretched out before her, a long, empty road, and she wondered how she would stay on track.
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
Thank you, Nya. 😊
November 11, 2025 at 9:43 PM
Thank you, Nya. 😊
Fico muito contete por ter gostado.
Boa semana.
Boa semana.
November 11, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Fico muito contete por ter gostado.
Boa semana.
Boa semana.
The torment began the moment the door shut behind him. The sound echoed through the apartment, and the walls seemed to close in. She sank onto the couch, crushed beneath the weight of loneliness. The wind rattled the windows as if the world itself were urging her to let go.
#RetroArtPrompt #torment
#RetroArtPrompt #torment
November 10, 2025 at 9:49 PM
The torment began the moment the door shut behind him. The sound echoed through the apartment, and the walls seemed to close in. She sank onto the couch, crushed beneath the weight of loneliness. The wind rattled the windows as if the world itself were urging her to let go.
#RetroArtPrompt #torment
#RetroArtPrompt #torment
She found herself tangled in more than just the #scarf around her neck as he adjusted it. “Your scarf,” he said, his voice laced with amusement and apology, “was staging a rebellion.”
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at his touch.
#BraveWrite
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at his touch.
#BraveWrite
November 10, 2025 at 9:24 PM
She found herself tangled in more than just the #scarf around her neck as he adjusted it. “Your scarf,” he said, his voice laced with amusement and apology, “was staging a rebellion.”
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at his touch.
#BraveWrite
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at his touch.
#BraveWrite
The café could have collapsed around them. In that #liminal hour, suspended between what was and what could be, there was only the press of her thigh against his, the promise in her eyes, and the delicious, dangerous understanding that some doors, once opened, can never be closed again
#blueskyrelay
#blueskyrelay
November 8, 2025 at 12:10 PM
The café could have collapsed around them. In that #liminal hour, suspended between what was and what could be, there was only the press of her thigh against his, the promise in her eyes, and the delicious, dangerous understanding that some doors, once opened, can never be closed again
#blueskyrelay
#blueskyrelay
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November 8, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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I'm tired of imaginary heroes. I want real heroes, like my parents: present, resilient and not just whispers of fairy tales on pieces of paper.
#Moonmystic 11.07 Imaginary heroes
#Moonmystic 11.07 Imaginary heroes
November 7, 2025 at 8:43 PM
I'm tired of imaginary heroes. I want real heroes, like my parents: present, resilient and not just whispers of fairy tales on pieces of paper.
#Moonmystic 11.07 Imaginary heroes
#Moonmystic 11.07 Imaginary heroes
November 6, 2025 at 10:14 PM
He wasn't conventionally handsome, but he caught my eye, a slow, appraising glance of my geography that didn’t miss the slit in my dress or the cynical twist of my lips.
“So,” he teased, “what’s your poison?”
Looks like the game’s just beginning.
#vss365 #geography
“So,” he teased, “what’s your poison?”
Looks like the game’s just beginning.
#vss365 #geography
November 6, 2025 at 8:16 PM
He wasn't conventionally handsome, but he caught my eye, a slow, appraising glance of my geography that didn’t miss the slit in my dress or the cynical twist of my lips.
“So,” he teased, “what’s your poison?”
Looks like the game’s just beginning.
#vss365 #geography
“So,” he teased, “what’s your poison?”
Looks like the game’s just beginning.
#vss365 #geography
She was no domestic broad, more the kind that wore danger like perfume and no regrets. My gaze lingered on the line of her leg and stopped at the cynical twist of her mouth.
“So,” I drawled, letting a half-smile find its way through the smoke. “What’s your poison?”
#vss365 #domestic
“So,” I drawled, letting a half-smile find its way through the smoke. “What’s your poison?”
#vss365 #domestic
November 6, 2025 at 8:15 PM
“What about: ‘He’s such a dog,’ she thought as Pete was putting his nose ins...”
“Stop! Rephrase that. You can’t post what I think you’re thinking.”
“Right. Then: ‘You’re such a nice puppy,’ she said, taking a sniff at the flowers he gave her.”
“Better, more PG-13.”
#2WordPrompt Such & Sniff
“Stop! Rephrase that. You can’t post what I think you’re thinking.”
“Right. Then: ‘You’re such a nice puppy,’ she said, taking a sniff at the flowers he gave her.”
“Better, more PG-13.”
#2WordPrompt Such & Sniff
November 2, 2025 at 4:41 PM
“What about: ‘He’s such a dog,’ she thought as Pete was putting his nose ins...”
“Stop! Rephrase that. You can’t post what I think you’re thinking.”
“Right. Then: ‘You’re such a nice puppy,’ she said, taking a sniff at the flowers he gave her.”
“Better, more PG-13.”
#2WordPrompt Such & Sniff
“Stop! Rephrase that. You can’t post what I think you’re thinking.”
“Right. Then: ‘You’re such a nice puppy,’ she said, taking a sniff at the flowers he gave her.”
“Better, more PG-13.”
#2WordPrompt Such & Sniff
