‍ ‍ 𓃦 ‍ ᅟᅟⵌᅟ 𝓚𝐔͜𝐑͡𝐀͟𝐌͜𝐀͡ .

hatred is the sincerest form of flattery.

forgive me for the hate. this ugliness bubbles up and overwhelms. anger is a bone rotting from disease. i’m stained in this way. it leaks from the marrow of my ribs to the sternum. when i’m like this， i forget tenderness.

〝 kurama —— 🥹🥹 〞

ᅠ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀“ 𝐞͟𝐯͟𝐞𝐧 if 𝗂 𝓽𝐚𝐤𝐞 the 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐟𝐫ᵘⁱ𝓽 i 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 g̵ain 𝐩✧𝐰͟𝐞͟𝐫͟ . ” ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𓏵 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

ㅤ ㅤ Good morning . ㅤ ㅤ

hi

ㅤㅤ are you sulking .ᐣ ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ kurama is bonding with aoda aw .ᐟ ㅤㅤ

it is you; you are the light around these familiar intimate things.

H-hey?! Nobody told you to speak, dumb fox! I’m obviously not! They should be gone hmm!