𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ʰᵃⁿᵈ .ᐟ

is there really any value to this thing you call living?

my longing is disfigured and grotesque. i will hold onto you so tightly that my nails will dig into your skin and i will kiss you so desperately that i will draw blood.

blood—stains red and dries black. i quite like that.

does a nap not get to come in there somewhere?

free hand came up to pat softly at rook’s face, fingers caressing skin with a deft touch. ‘ even in the quiet, there is room for trouble. ’ sly grin crept onto neve’s face. ‘ especially when you’re around. ’

the face of a woman who has heard enough yapping for three hundred lifetimes.

subtle roll of the eyes as detective leans back against the library’s green couch, ‘ you know i always do, trouble. ’

hello, sparrow.

death does not erase the point of life. a dead flower does not mean it never bloomed. it did, and it was beautiful.

contrary to popular belief, i am still alive

‘ ⋮┊ THE SHADOW DRAGON. /⠀/ 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂. ‘ tragedy 𝘴͟𝘦͟𝘭͟𝘭͟𝘴 in minrathous. ’

⠀ 𝑀UCH WORSE ﹔ A 𝒯R͟I͟C͟K͟ST͟E͟R. ⠀

is she, now? should they test that theory?

blood oath.

i was born homesick in my own body. does it ever get better?