ᅠ*ᅠ𝐛͟𝐥͟𝐨͟𝐨͟𝐝ᅠ𝓢𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓.

ᅟᅟᅟᅟ‍ ᅟᅟᅟᅟain't ᅠ 𝐧͟𝐨 ᅠ rest ᅠ for ᅠ the ᅠ 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅. ᅟᅟᅟᅟ‍

not telling .

not at all. i can’t read your mind.

like what?

it’s when you are most vocal, so.

you're a defiant act of creation. you're a whole solar system pretending to be a person.

jules was in his dream when he fell asleep earlier . hm .

needs a kiss or needs to fuck… ( 😔 ) *

⠀ she is using her right to remain silent . ⠀

you learn to appreciate them when you live through tuesday 500 times.

"Yes . I do not mind ." There is a small nod , more to convince herself . The red glowing eyes made her feel a little tense , but it was Jules . Jules had been nothing but gentle .

then what's cute ?