‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐬𝗵𝗲'𝘀 ‍ ‍ᵃ ‍ ‍𝐤𝗂͟𝖼͟𝗄𝖾𝗋 ‍ ׅ⎖

no amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓼𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙞𝙨 ⠀ ⠀⠀𝐛𝐞𝐥͟𝐢͟𝐞͟𝐯͟𝖎𝖓𝖌 ׅ⎖ ⠀ ⠀

( TW pills !! ) ——————————— hands shakily trying to open his bottle of anxiety medication , before dropping it , the pills all falling to the floor , scattering . “ fff-fuck ! fucking , shit … fuck … ” he’s going to be *late for work again at this rate , trying to—

watch out, world. she's lurking in the shadows and she's ... 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙮.

i am a 𝐬𝐮𝐧——𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 shrine, a house of 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, a hymn to the 𝒓𝒐𝒕 that lives longer than anything else. i am proof that ⁽ … ⁾ 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚈.

the god—slayer.

i have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. i am full of tears ﹠ hunger ﹠ the fear of death, although i cannot weep, and i want nothing, and i cannot die.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀may⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀be⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vile ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀pernicious⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you⠀⠀⠀can't⠀⠀⠀⠀look⠀⠀⠀away ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

a love only the branch of a willow tree could conjure [ … ]