‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𓂃 ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝔀𝒊𝒍𝒍 ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍

L'imagination connaît la force des mots elle crépite comme de l'électricité sur un câble.

i live for this cold—harsh reality, for a little light, and to burn. ／ to keep on burning, until i turn to ash.

it has been 𝓼͟𝐡͟𝐚͟𝐭͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐝͟ for 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 but 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 of my 𝘀͟𝗼͟𝘂͟𝗹͟ is being 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝.

sometimes we love with nothing more than hope．sometimes we cry with everything except tears．

it represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another.

ᅠᅠᅠ ʄʀօʍ the 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘 of their ̶𝐇̶𝐎̶𝐏̶𝐄̶, — my 𝙠͟𝙞͟𝙣͟𝙜͟𝙙͟𝙤͟𝙢͟ shall яιѕє .ᐟᅠᅠ

⠀i gave you all of me . my blood , my sweat , my heart and my tears . why don’t you care , why don’t you care .ᐣ