،̲،̲ᅠᅠᅠ︎𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 w̲.

tainted you with the taste of myself. my body, my blood, mine.

❛ 𝙄 𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖤𝖱 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 , . . . 𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖶𝖤 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖣𝖲 𝖸𝖤𝖳 .ᐣ .ᐣ

i am made of untamable demons and unfillable voids.

she’ll tear you apart.

literally going to impulsively fly home for a week.

so give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough

you're just a rose in a cauldron of thorns．

properly analyze him. “ & you definitely sound like one of them.” a brief pause. “— 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, though!”