𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞|𝗗𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

Who are we, the children of today to tell the children of tomorrow what their world can't be like? And who are you, children of yesterday, to tell us what we can dream it to be?

try   as   i   may,   some   stains   will   never   wash   away ;   it   is   neither   pretty   nor   beautiful  ..

⠀⠀⠀˛ la mesure de l'amour , c'est d'aimer sans mesure . ՙ

did i hit a nerve， bitch boy ﹖

⠀⠀my heart does not rhyme ⠀the rythm of my mind .

❝ тнєяє ιѕ ησ ƒυтυяє ιη ωнι¢н ι ∂σ ησт ℓσνє уσυ. ❞

𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯, n̸o̸ s̸y̸s̸t̸e̸m̸, 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 〘𝑎𝑙𝑙〙 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.

Despite all my ⠀𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄, I am still just a rat in ⠀a 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄.

( . . 𓉸 . . ) 𝓯𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 ᴘʀᴇʏ, 𝑤𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹. 彡˚ · • . ° .

i am my father’s angry daughter. he hates looking at me, his little reflection.

the divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave you quietly. i feel divinity in my bones like aching; like fire.