Lexi Lefevreさんのイラストまとめ

He wears kindness in the rain, showering sunshine where the shivering see no light while cooling thoughts upon those who find themselves burning beneath cracked masks. The chthonic aren't always evil. #SciFanSat #SpookySat #WomenWrite #SciFiSat #vss365

She would split the skyline in crimson just because the light shimmering off its mingling with her blade complemented her golden eyes. That vantage point gave her wandering spirit the boost wicked hearts dream of. #SinisterSunday #SunWIP #sunscribbles #LilLuvStory #vss365

Silence isn't always a cage. Sometimes, it's being free to adore the moon and dream of swinging on it while staring out into a sea of stars as if you were whisked away to your own island. The trick is muting your reality. #1lineWED #TalesNoir #wawwed #WIPpetWednesday #vss365

I traced my consternation along the edge of the roof, imagining the city's landscape shifting the way Yoo Joon's face glitched on his avatar—feeling like a wild thing among that skyline, longing for a lost home never seen. #TrickyTues #Twisted2sDay #SFFAskew #writingromancelines

I was surrounded by people whose favourite habit was Eau de Ashtray. You needn't strain to see the smoke fumes dancing from their fingers. How could I entrust them with these dying tresses when even their coffee tastes secondhand? #WordInSense #womenwrite #SlapDashSat #vss365

People become historical through those who love them. Though in a century, perhaps only the trees will see us in every rainbow; & the wind will remember what incompetent liars we were—but for now, I'm here. I'll still breathe you in. #FP #FridayKiss #writeaskew #WeWriWIP #vss365

I'm sitting in an empty train moving towards a never ending carousel of pandemonium, watching the sun leave its dock. My pulse ceases to tire, even as my head drips to the rhythm of a leaky faucet—but then your hands lay me down to sleep again. #SunWIP #sundayfict #LilLuvStory

There is irony
in being artfully
productive
while having
no impulse
to be productive,
drawing afterglows
with a negative mind,
syncing respect
to damaging pressures
until there is none
of the latter
in the matter.
Oh, solitude.
#MelancholyVerse #PureDoe #StarWrites #curiouspoetry

Every heavy footfall tightens my chest and sends my body quivering into the floor. Focus. Lily's perfume. The log cake hanging on my breath. Slow inhale. THUMP. Mom's firm embrace. Hold her hand. Slow exhale. THUMP. Mr. Harold's shiny watch. THUMP. #Thurds #FeelLines #ThursTale

The stories say if you close your eyes & stay still as a river stone, you will hear Nature speak in a language you've known since birth. One that isn't spoken but felt. Waters dancing to flora's orchestra while all sing w/ the 4 seasons' winds. #FictFri #FP #FriTease #FridayKiss