‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐃꩜N*T ‍ ‍ B͟E ‍ ‍ 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ

⠀ lord, ⠀ i ⠀ believe; ⠀ / ⠀ help ⠀ my ⠀ unbelief.

‍ ‍ 𝐟𝐫eezer * 𝑏̲ride your 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝐝esign , you 𝐝̲𝑒̲𝑣̲𝑜̲𝑢̲𝑟̲ like 𝘀̲moked 𝖇𝑜̲𝑣̲𝑖̲ne hide ( .. ) ‍

i don’t know if i can take much more of this.

⠀but i do feel strange— almost unearthly . i’ll never get used to being alive . it’s a mystery . always startled to find i’ve survived .

a hint of violence.

i cannot be helped, so do not help me.

do me a favor — die for me.

don’t go gentle into that good night, rage on against the dying of the light.