𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔩

be the hound , kill the hound. punish the hound , let the hound hunt.

Y que tienes en mente?

‼️ Hostia puta... Se ha cagado.

my body is burning with the shame of not belonging.

𝖋ootsteps and broken bones can be heard, scattered across the ground; they echo among the trees like a mocking song.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉

ㅤㅤ ག 𝐇𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐭 ཁ ㅤㅤ 𝐡𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐞 𝐝ø𝐝𝐞𝐧 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐠𝐬𝐚̊ 𝐯æ𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭 ? ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Uɴder Urѕα Mαjor’ѕ eтerɴαl ɢαze, тнe Lυɴαr Fαɴɢ мoveѕ υɴѕeeɴ — α нυɴтer вorɴ oғ ѕнαdow αɴd мooɴlιɢнт.

ᅟᅟ ᅟᅟᅟ𝐹𝐼𝑅𝐸 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 ̵𝐃̵𝐄̵𝐒̵𝐓̵𝐑̵𝐎̵𝐘̵ ᅟᅟᅟ𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐸𝑆 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑈𝑆 𝑹̇̊̊̊𝑬̇̇𝑩̊̊̇̇𝑶̇̊̊̊̊𝑹̊𝑵̊ ᅟᅟ

i came from violence; it was in my blood.