࿐ྂ ‍ ‍ ꜱᴏɴ ‍𝘰𝘧 ‍ 𝑻𝐴𝑈𝑅𝑈𝑆

and what 𝑟͟𝑜͟𝑢͟𝑔͟𝘩 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, its 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 come round at 𝓵𝐚𝐬𝐭 . . .

i reckon i'd be 𝑙͟𝑢͟𝑐͟𝑘͟𝑦͟ 𝑒͟𝑛͟𝑜͟𝑢͟𝑔͟𝘩 to only 𝐝𝐢𝐞 on hills that are 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 to 𝗺͟𝘆͟ ͟ ͟𝗵͟𝗲͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁 .

out on the flat, with my ear kissing the ice, i grasped the december wind's hand and waited for the lake to swallow us.

𝒃eneath the 𝑙͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑔͟𝑜͟𝑢͟𝑟 of her heavy lids slept 𝓅assionate 𝑣iolence ◞ she was 𝒂͟𝒍͟𝒎͟𝒐͟𝒔͟𝒕 𝒕errifyingly 𝓫eautiful .

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 “d͟o͟n͟’t͟ b͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟i͟m͟ u͟p͟.” ⠀⠀⠀

𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 and 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 . . .

hi how are you can I hit ?

can I hit ??