𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 ִֶָ ◟ 𝕱𝐄𝐍'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋.

blood shed so long ago it has, with age, acquired the color and texture of rust. sad, ominous stains, a threat, a menace, memorials of pain.

my 𝒘eathered heart; f͟l͟u͟e͟n͟t͟ i͟n͟ d͟e͟a͟t͟h͟. my power lies in my ability to 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨. like death... 𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛．

if i swallow magnets will i become attractive

i've given up expecting solas to do the right thing. or the decent thing. or even the comprehensible thing.

did i hit a nerve， bitch boy ﹖