𝓥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 .ᐟ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ⸝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧 ⸝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 ⸝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 —

— 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 — ❪ he’s on his eighth or ninth smoke break of the day, only 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 time, someone is ambling around the parking lot, crouched and scuffing the gravel. from where he leans against the wall outside his office, he squints. ❫ ‘ what — uh, what’re you looking for? ’

/ whoever is scared of me pls know i am in ur walls rn

i'm pretty sure i'm worthless if i can't be of service.

( doing this )