ᅠ ︎ ︎ᅠ ︎ ︎𝑑͟𝑒͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑒͟𝑠͟𝑡͟ᅠ ︎𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 .

look at you. my monster, come to find me.

death to he who crosses me.

conceal, don't feel, get back into the cage.

they would shred you to strips, because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

⠀ “ i don’t know. you tell me. ” a small shrug of shoulders. weren’t they the one to imply she was stalking him? sure, she might be a bored little girl, but he hadn’t thrown her a bone to chase.

sleep hadn't came that night, her mind being filled with too many thoughts and concerns that eventually she had to get out of her room to find answers for them. the mansion was dark, empty and cold, moaning with the strong wind ↓

love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.

can god see the way i look at you?

You know where I am, you demon.

momentarily enthralled by the cool sensation against patched fingers, skin the hue of freezing blue, burning against nerves, yet all——the——more fascinating, it was a creator’s sharpness to cut through cold air that led for a curious ›

⠀ 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 , 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ; ⠀⠀⠀𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 , 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

I hate how parents are supposed to be adults , and yet they act like children and bring their kids down with them until they destroy them too .