【 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗫 / NSFW.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ dating back to 17th century japan, the beckoning cat or lucky cat, is a symbolic figurine that is often seen displayed in chinese and japanese shops and homes. it has also become popular around the world as a sign of friendship, good luck, and wealth. the exact origin of maneki neko is somewhat disputed, but one of the most endearing and enduring tales is that local ruler Ii naotaka was saved from a lightning bolt while visiting the gotoku-ji temple in setagaya ward, tokyo. the abbot’s cat, tama, beckoned li naotaka into the temple, thereby saving his life from a lightning bolt. the cat was made a patron of the temple and, today, there are many statues of the lucky cat found on the site. the most common color of maneki neko is a white cat with orange spots. but, different colors represent different meanings: a calico cat is black, orange, and white and is the traditional combination and considered the luckiest. white cats represent happiness and positivity. gold is the color most closely associated with money and wealth. black is meant to represent good and is used to ward off evil. red cats are said to bring success in relationships. green maneki neko are supposed to bring good health [...] ​ ​

 

[Cat]

in the dance of time, a swift decay, a tale of two, now fading away. once bound by laughter, shared and true, now whispers lost in the morning dew. a gentle gust, a leaf takes flight, an echo lingers, lost in the night. paths diverge, a silent parting, in the space between, a solemn hearting. conversations, once a flowing stream, now falter, caught in an elusive dream. laughter's resonance, a distant chime, fading like a vanishing rhyme. unseen grievances, shadows grow, the silent rift begins to show. in the tapestry of what once was, threads unravel, love withdraws. digital ties, a click away, unfollowed, gone, a modern sway. a virtual ghost in the pixelated mist, a presence lost, a connection dismissed. the pain, not just in absence stark, but in the erasure of the shared embark. inside jokes, now silent, still, places lose their magic, a faded thrill. swift as the setting sun's descent, in the present's darkness, a lament. a person, a memory, a silhouette, in the digital void, a lingering regret. yet, amid the echoes of what's undone, cherish the memories, each fleeting one. learn from the dance of love and strife, for change is the heartbeat of this fragile life.​ ​

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yippie

a little thank you note for the void. the community has grown to over 10,000 members through consistent effort and care. since day one, i've been involved in ensuring its well-being and guiding its development as the owner. witnessing its growth is truly astounding, and i feel fortunate to play a role in its journey. as we continue on this path, i hope that our community will keep expanding and blossoming. each new member brings fresh perspectives and ideas, enriching our shared space. i'm excited to see what the future holds for us, and i'm committed to fostering an environment where everyone feels valued and supported. yeah, i'm gonna pat myself on the back for this. ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᴗ ᵔ )​ ​

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[Cat]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ in the orchard of existence, apricots are the jewels of the boughs, ripe with the sweetness of fleeting seasons. they bloom with the tender embrace of the sun, their flesh yielding to the touch like a lover's caress. each bite is a proportion of flavors, a dance of tangy zest and honeyed nectar, leaving an indelible mark upon the senses. yet, much like love, apricots are not without their complexities. their beauty is transient, a fragile moment captured in the palm of one's hand before fading into memory. just as love's ardor wanes with time, so too does the luscious allure of the apricot diminish as the seasons change. but therein lies the paradox: despite their impermanence, both apricots and love possess an enduring power to evoke profound emotions. they are reminders of life's ephemeral beauty, urging us to savor each fleeting moment with an intensity born of appreciation and gratitude. in the end, perhaps the true essence of apricots and love lies not in their permanence, but in their ability to awaken our senses to the richness of existence. like the taste of a ripe apricot on a summer's day or the embrace of a cherished lover in the moonlight, they leave an imprint upon our souls, etched forever in the drapery of our lives.​