‍ ‍ ‍ ‍.. ‍* ‍𝑐𝚘𝚠𝚙𝚎𝚛.

nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

⠀ 𝒾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝑑𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝑐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽， .. 𝒾 𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝑢𝗇𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽， 𝒾 𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝑢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦.

when he says “ily” but Dostoevsky said “i do not ask for your love in return. to love you is enough. to have known you, to have felt alive in your presence, that is my greatest joy and will carry it with me always”

ཀ ̣    a liar, a thief,  ﹠.   utterly without ❛ ❚ conscience.⠀⠀ ⠀ ᛪ︡⠀⠀

much better now.

you're so fucking annoying keep this up ﹠ i'll kiss you on the lips．

did you not issue a provocation first?

i fail to see how the tea that might have been served for portia is any of your business. and mind your mouth before you address mabel again.

a loudmouth is hardly an insult, with her affinity for gossip.

oh, for heaven's sakes. why bring that up again? varley's a loudmouth, it seems.

[?] we share children & grandchildren.

well, no. i'm asking you.

what on earth is your problem, cowper?

but if i tell you to k—

please think twice before loving me. i will be cruel and distant. i promise， i can be kind and tender. it takes time， please wait for me.