&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚.

*＊✿❀THE BOTANIST. ❀✿＊*

┊┊┊┊ ♞♞ ｡˚ ✧ 𝓓’𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝓒𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

‗ ❍ MISTRESS OF STEEL, IT YIELDS TO HER LOVING HANDS. .ೃ࿐

This dance is one i will waltz in my obsessive promise, carving itself upon my goddamn heart; to love you enough, that you’ll become a part of me——and i, you. We’ll be together forever, and 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹. Bones fused, skin seeping. ♡

𝓼olidarity was not uncommon here —— he would 𝘯𝘰𝘵 see to her crawling if it could be helped &&. the look of 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 was clear at the notion : olivia hardly needed to finish her words ... “ it's no one, yet. ” he utters, moving the wheels past mud to where the soil

𝒽is mouth shapes into a small, open circle : though no sound is let out with only that —— there 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 a shortage of opportunities where it could be useful. “ ... and what's good for putting others to sleep? ” 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 hands that didn't add to their effort. in fact, they

╰┈➤ VULTURE. [ a contemptible person who preys on or exploits others ] && she is no such thing, to be a 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑲𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑬.