* ‍𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈 ‍𝘼𝙇𝙄͟𝙑𝙀 ‍ .ᐣ

there is nothing poetic about being loved by me, akin to a rot that spreads, from the heart to the tips of my fingers, the soles of my feet, an all consuming llove, aching in its waake, and there is no place to put it.

radiant. as in beautiful, or causing invisible damage?

the girl draped in moonlight and dripping with sin

ㅤํ ` 𓂃⟡𓂃 冫 𝕾͟𝙷𝙴 𝙳͟𝙸𝙳 𝙽͟𝙾𝚃 𝙲͟𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙵͟𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃͟𝙷𝙴 𝙻͟𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 ╱ she was born 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰, 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 — her soul was a 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 . ׅ⎖ ꒦꒷﹐

📲. “ ils sont mignon, ça changera de la maîtresse 🙂‍↔️ ”

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ༘⋆ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 @𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐱𝐬𝐞𝐥: meow 𑄝𑄝 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ