𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 ❀༉

an innocent， young throat-cutter.

combinations of guilt & grief sewn so deeply into my flesh that i wouldn't know where to begin if trying to untangle my limbs from the binds of these agonies.

filled with pain and unwanted resentment. you wish to be made of love but you are not; you are pieces of a child held together by regret and rage， begging to fall apart.

👀 what kind cookie are they ? chocolate, gingersnap, or . . .

𝓈𝗁𝖾 of the golden double 𝖺𝗑𝖾, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 who 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 in the 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀…⠀︵ ◜ 𖥟 ◝ ︵⠀… ⠀⠀⠀𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴. ⠀⠀⠀…⠀︵ ︵⠀︵ ︵⠀… ⠀⠀

. . . Through the gardens. Even though all the flowers have withered and died.

Perhaps. It was one of her good gloves.

aaaaaaaaaAHHHHHBHH

Oh no . . . She lost one of her gloves on her walk.