* 𝐡𝖊𝖑𝖑𝐡𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 .ᐟ

eyes full of war.

anger was better than tears. better than grief. better than guilt.

so tell me， where did the blood on your palms come from? self—divination， or sacrifice?

i have nothing but my sorrow， and i want nothing more. it has been， it still is， faithful to me.

she is a twisted soul, a death–ridden woman, haunted by dreams.

⠀ i think it should be socially acceptable to say your favorite food is deer. just sayin'. ⠀

i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway.

your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.

she’s not the same & she’s never coming back.

no, no, wait, why? oh, wait because you see a hale in a dress and smiling?

⠀ … she thinks he deserves a raise. ⠀

draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man