ᅠᅠ𝖂𝑜𝑜𝑑̲ᅠ⸸ᅠ𝖇𝑢𝑟𝑛̲˒

there’s a sickness inside me．i can feel it swirl in my lungs、feel it lick my ribs on the way to fill my heart．i don’t think it will ever go away．

there’s a sickness inside me．i can feel it swirl in my lungs、feel it lick my ribs on the way to fill my heart．i don’t think it will ever go away．

it don’t 𝑚̲𝑎̲𝑡̲𝑡̲𝑒̲𝑟̲ if you win by an 𝔦𝐧𝐜𝐡 or a 𝔪𝐢𝐥𝐞──winning’s winning .ᐟ

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋， your 𝓋𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠 are 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 of ice──water ╱ 𖬺 mine are 𝙱𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶.

one shot of devotion,

mournful, doe eyes.

pain is nothing but an infinite enemy upon my conscience.