‍ ‍‍ 𝓀𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚 ‍ ᴼᶠ ‍ 𝖙𝐲͟𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐬͟𝐡͟.

it leaves her with the most peculiar feeling for aftertaste: the radical memory of tolerating her own company. she can’t recall anything like it.

come touch me, angel. be the blood that courses through my veins.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 ℒ𝐄𝕯𝐀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them.

⠀ ﾟ. ▏ ❀ 𝔦n 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 there are fields of 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 that stretch away ——— as far as the eye can see.

Any distance from you is too far away.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you're the only one I'd let near my heart .

the flowers were such holy things， born of beauty ﹠ nursed in purity， fed upon the dews， and seldom looking upon aught less sacred than the stars， as if they were more allied to heaven than to earth．

┈ ⟡ are 𓆩 you 𓆪 ꒦ ⊹ 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 because 𝖄ᴼ͟ᵁ͟ ⸳ 𝁼 † say you are ; your 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 are 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃 —& 𝓲 think 𝓲 am 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍i𝐍𝐆. ˖ ৎㅤ ৫ㅤ ݁ 〞 ִֶָ  𓆷

and the scent of the grave was in full bloom.