ᅠᅠᅠ 𝓝𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺.

i'm tired already. after all till the very end, i never understood what i was born for.

the world remains constant over the centuries. but human life is like the dew at dawn， or a bubble rising through water. transitory.

all that magic in your flesh, in your bones, in your blood, it's speaking in broken tongue, a language only the anxious could understand.

my stars shine darkly over me. perhaps it is the malignancy of my fate.

you got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

i am full of hurt, full of anger, and i just need somewhere to put it. i am so sick of carrying it around, so i let myself give in. i let it take over my entire body.

my entire body was a wound. the world that blooms and ripens in things had been torn out of me with its roots. with my heart.

but  the  loneliness  never  left  me,  i  always  took  it  with  me,  but  i  can  put  it  down  in  the  pleasure  of  your  company.

it doesn’t come without blood. it doesn’t come without cracked ribs and broken bones. i am clawing my way, stumbling in the dark just as you are.

there were two reasons i was scared to let people in ; the damage they could do, and the damage they could find .

the sickness is familiar. it is more of a home than four walls could ever be. my sickness is a bitter relief. if i am sick, then i am real, the dead cannot be ill.

ᅠ ᅠ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘. ㅤㅤㅤㅤsang-pur. 𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 ; droit magique. 𓏲 ›› sorciers de l'ombre ; @/ . ” ㅤㅤㅤ ☞︎︎︎ tom felton, modifiable... ᅠ ᅠ

⠀⠀tell me , what dreams lie at the bottom of your heart ?