𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑

this time, the scar was in my heart. it was absolute like that. it was fatal.

her wild feral stare, her dark hair / her winter lips as cold as stone.

i’m faster, i’m stronger, i’m better——i am better.

memory taps a gun to your inner skull and demands you bring back the dead.

‍‍⠀⠀⠀ ‍‍⠀⠀ ‍‍ ‍‍⠀⠀⠀ ꪀ꠸ɴᴇ ꪶ꠸ꪜꫀᦓ .ᐟ ‍‍⠀

“𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙮’𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙮’𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?”

what powell sees outside his cell: