˚⸙͎۪۫⋆𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗔!

ᅠ ᅠ 𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗔 𝗙. 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗧 ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ᅠᅠ 𐙚˙⋆. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ༄ 𝚂𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

“ il ne se passe rien avec l’autre décérébré. ”

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.

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

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

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.

i think you're supposed to make room for pain, so it has somewhere to stay with you. then you can nurture it, into something else.