‍ ‍ ‍♯ 𝚂𝚄𝚁͟𝚅͟𝙸͟𝚅͟𝙴 𝓢𝙾𝙼𝙴Ⓗ𝙾𝚆 .

and i was a peculiar, disturbed child. often distant, gloomy and sullen, like a ghost.

mains call ⊹ ࣪ ˖ liking this makes you a main, which means lola can interact with your muse freely, tag you in quotes, etc .

THEY’LL CHASE ME THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD, I HEAR THEIR GUNS. I HIDE BEHIND THE CHAPEL; THEY’RE OUT FOR BLOOD.

i guess i’m never gonna learn.

⠀ ⠀ 𝒾 w͟a͟n͟n͟a 𝓉𝔬𝚞𝘤𝘩 𝘺ou̦ ᵇᵘᵗ ⠀ ⠀ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ yo̼u’re̼ t͞oo fa͟r 𝚊𝓌͜͡𝚊𝐲.

⠀ ⠀ ̏̒𝐼’𝓂 a ℘retty 𝚐𝑜͜͡𝑜𝚍 sh͟ot.̓͟ ̋ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ᵇᵘᵗ ͟bad 𝔠𝑜𝓂𝚙𝒶𝔫𝚢.

⠀⠀ sure, yes ❕ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ 𝒽e’s making popcorn. ( 🍿 ) ⠀⠀

and you don't make eye contact with anyone. not even the mirror.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝚒 ꕷ𖤬ꛃ yₒᵤ 𝒕𝑤𝑜 ᵃᵗ sh͟i͟r͟a´s 𝖍𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

you convinced yourself that this was necessary， this darkness. that it was the only way to survive， to grow stronger than those who hurt you. it consumed your mind， your heart， your soul.