

talk to your god and ask him what he thinks of me.
ᅠᅠ𝓢tefan.
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talk to your god and ask him what he thinks of me.

── life is a 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 farce, where 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 is the only truth. ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, on the other hand, is the curse that binds us to this dark 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. darkness courses through our veins & will 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 let us escape.

——- it is more than a 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷; every movement must be as silent as a whisper, every decision as cold as the moon. the 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 they spill is a constant 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 of the fine line between ᥣιfᥱ & death.


talk to your god and ask him what he thinks of me.

with a hand on the door , her eyes gaze into his own . the tickling feeling growing in her stomach — one she immediately pushed away . “ i can tell . i think i see a little muscle coming in , ” teasing him , a grin ( . . )

It was dark and Chloe couldn't see anything but hears a familiar voice calling her name , rubbing her eyes as if she just woke up from her sleep looking in his direction Rubbing her eyes . " Stefan . . .is that you , what are you doing in the dark ~ " walking in his direction .