‍ ‍ ‍ ˳◜ 𝓗er ‍ ⋆˙⟡ ‍ H͙y͙m͙n͙

and i feel her inside of my wrists and at the backs of my eyes.

i have a question — do you thi

i yearn. i am sick.

i’ll be summer sun for you forever. forever winter if you go.

memory taps a gun to your inner skull and demands you bring back the dead.

𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔡 —— ; ♱⛥♱ 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦'𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 .

⠀ ⠀ 𝔩ovely—𝑒yed. 𝔡eath—𝑡ouched. ⠀ ﹙ * 𝑷𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖨𝖠 ﹚ ⠀

ᅠᅠ 𓍼 𝖎f you’ve 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 seen 𝖙halia run, 𝖎nto battle —— 𝖞ou’ve never been 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 ❕ ᅠ ᅠᅠ

Born of grace, shaped by tides, she loves as the sea does — fully and without apology.

you are naught more than a girl that has known tragedy and mistreatment, forced to live with a rage too big to fit in your chest.

better than most things i’ve heard nowadays .. you actually tell a story rather than bunching words together. “