ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴄᴛ

⠀⠀𝐂ause youre a s͟k͟y͟ , ⠀ ⠀𝐂ause youre a 𝘴𝘬𝘺 full of s͟t͟a͟r͟s͟

never really been alive before ， i always lived in my head.

father, am i worthy of love now that i drip gore﹖

every single person has their own light. in the light， they create their own stories， and lay down the roots of their existence in it. we are merely there to sow the seeds. it is up to the people to bloom it in their own ways.