THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
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- Votes 3,047
- Parts 82
- Time 3h 31m
Ongoing, First published Mar 15, 2021
[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid.
NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter
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- 𝐝 𝐞 𝐝 𝐢 𝐜 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧
- BOOK I ; AUTUMN
- o - synopsis & playlist
- 𝐩 𝐚 𝐫 𝐭 𝟏 - 𝐡 𝐞 𝐫
- i - types of flowers
- ii - demons and thorns
- iii - a beast and a rose
- iv - a red flower on a white wall
- v - not safe to be who we are
- vi - painting herself into fairytales
- vii - safe by the sea
- viii - flowers grow butterflies
- ix - rose colored smiles
- x - enough to paint the whole universe and even more
- 𝐩 𝐚 𝐫 𝐭 𝟐 - 𝐡 𝐢 𝐦
- xi - glass that looked like steel
- xii - when he wasnt afraid of letting the world know who he was
- xiii - because the sky didn't give a damn
- xiv - why do hearts still beat in the rain
- xv - the art of pretending to be fine
- xvi - books were dreams and dreams never came true
- xvii - the librarian
- 𝐩 𝐚 𝐫 𝐭 𝟑 - 𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐦
- xviii - of rose red blood and crocodile tears
- xix - eyes of summer under a sun long gone
- xx - of a sketched collision
- xxi - the wonderland project
- xxii - the ferris wheel is a constellation and we are its stars pt. 1
- xxiii - the ferris wheel is a constellation and we are its stars pt. 2
- xxiv - 9:42
- xxv - ivylined facades
- xxvi - masterpiece
- xxvii - the golden wall
- xxviii - she drew anything she could see
- xxix - of kaleidoscopic music and black and white keyboards
- xxxi - he was a catastrophe
- xxx - 'nd the bleeding sun watched thee give birth to a masterpiece
- xxxii - an ethereal road through the garden
- xxxiii - alice ran down the drawing and off the edge of the world
- xxxiv - lullaby eyes
- xxxv - poem 1; alice was insane
- xxxvi - after she saw him all the stars in her sky exploded
- xxxvii - poem 2; imagine me
- xxxviii - because your eyes are filled with the epitome of beauty
- xxxix - poem 3; as i was, am, and what i could be
- xl - polaroids and paintings pasted over periwinkle welkin walls
- xli - you play music that tastes like cotton candy clouds and chrysanthemums
- xlii - listen to the ocean, my love
- xliii - would you be my wonderland?
- xliv - poem 4; listen to the wind, my alice
- xlv - poem 5; i reached you, wonderland, the love of my life
- xlvi - bloom like a rose in the sea
- xlvii - the wind rises and blows autumn away but we bloom instead
- xlviii - i want to learn the world through your eyes
- BOOK II ; WINTER
- PART 4 ; FALLING PETALS/FALLING SEEDS
- i - as far as a nebula and as close as home (which is as distant as yesterday)
- ii - esmeralda
- iii - perfect blue eyes and withering flowers against hospital walls
- iv - red airplanes in the plastic sky
- v - sea and the rock below/too young to be a battlefield
- vi - forget-me-nots on the curves of open notes/too afraid to live
- vii - until i became my heartbeat pt. 1
- viii - ya'aburnee
- ix - until i became my heartbeat pt. 2
- x - breaking like bones against a cliff of hatred by an ocean green ocean
- xi - roses in the rain/when their eyes opened and their skies exploded
- PART 5 ; FALLING SNOW/FALLING LEAVES
- xii - you watch the city and i watch you
- xiii - strawberries and honey buns
- xiv - snow falling like wings the color of heaven
- xv - we are runaways / train windows that hold the world
- xvi - いちごの雨🍓🌧
- xvii - come, let's go home pt. 1; despair flecked with blue
- xviii - come, let's go home pt. 2; december blues passing by like shades of you
- xix - remembering the rain
- INTERLUDE : COLOURWAY,
- xx - watercolour daydreams colouring away the gray
- xxi - mellow tunes of bon iver in this winter graveyard
- xxii - windflower winter jazz in the cafe arcadia
- xxiii - the end of an era
- xxiv - sipping city lights and fireworks, with you
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