ᅠᅠ𝕾𝖠𝖬𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝕭𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗.ᐟᅠᅠ

i sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.

𝖒ourning the 𝐛𝐨𝐲 i ɳ͟e͟ν͟e͟ɾ got to be.

drain me of my essence, of my life—blood; it’s all yours.

when god became lonely, he created man. or was it when man became lonely he created god?

we strive to save ourselves, only to destroy ourselves.

ㅤ in the bark lie the wounds that attest to honor & decay, blood & flesh. ㅤ

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HOUSE⠀BLACKWOOD. ⠀

i sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.