Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

Is this what love is? 🫠
No. Octopus metaphors are not love. They’re bad.

You are the rainbow that heralds the return of the sun after a storm. You are the intricate beauty of a rose in bloom. The dazzling brilliance of a perfectly cut diamond. You are the moment of peace right before you drift off to sleep dreaming of someone you love and the moment of excitement right before you kiss that someone for the first time. You are the comfort of a favorite blanket and the urgent need for a hand on your flesh.
 
No. Octopus metaphors are not love. They’re bad.

You are the rainbow that heralds the return of the sun after a storm. You are the intricate beauty of a rose in bloom. The dazzling brilliance of a perfectly cut diamond. You are the moment of peace right before you drift off to sleep dreaming of someone you love and the moment of excitement right before you kiss that someone for the first time. You are the comfort of a favorite blanket and the urgent need for a hand on your flesh.
Okay, now you're making me blush. 😚

I love this. Thank you. 💕

(@OrdinaryPerson has some more work to do)
 
Okay, now you're making me blush. 😚

I love this. Thank you. 💕

(@OrdinaryPerson has some more work to do)
But he just copied me!

In fields of dreams, where sunlight glows,
There walks a maiden, where beauty flows.
Indie, the name that graces the air,
With toes like petals, delicate and fair.

Her laughter dances, a melody sweet,
Her eyes, two stars, where dreams meet.
But it's her sway, her graceful strut,
That captures hearts, like a magic cut.

Adorable toes, a playful tease,
And a silhouette that brings all to their knees.
In every step, a story untold,
A symphony of elegance, bold.

Indie, the muse of the poet's pen,
In her presence, time does transcend.
For in her, beauty finds its home,
A masterpiece, in flesh and bone.
 
But he just copied me!

In fields of dreams, where sunlight glows,
There walks a maiden, where beauty flows.
Indie, the name that graces the air,
With toes like petals, delicate and fair.

Her laughter dances, a melody sweet,
Her eyes, two stars, where dreams meet.
But it's her sway, her graceful strut,
That captures hearts, like a magic cut.

Adorable toes, a playful tease,
And a silhouette that brings all to their knees.
In every step, a story untold,
A symphony of elegance, bold.

Indie, the muse of the poet's pen,
In her presence, time does transcend.
For in her, beauty finds its home,
A masterpiece, in flesh and bone.
Brilliant! But you guys might want to make your own thread for this. I don't mind.
 
But he just copied me!

In fields of dreams, where sunlight glows,
There walks a maiden, where beauty flows.
Indie, the name that graces the air,
With toes like petals, delicate and fair.

Her laughter dances, a melody sweet,
Her eyes, two stars, where dreams meet.
But it's her sway, her graceful strut,
That captures hearts, like a magic cut.

Adorable toes, a playful tease,
And a silhouette that brings all to their knees.
In every step, a story untold,
A symphony of elegance, bold.

Indie, the muse of the poet's pen,
In her presence, time does transcend.
For in her, beauty finds its home,
A masterpiece, in flesh and bone.
Gtfo with your AI bullshit
 
Back
Top