ᛝ 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 .ᐟ 𐂯

father, into your hands why have you forsaken me?

⠀ ⠀⠀ ゛♫ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ .. ⠀ ⠀⠀ɳew⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ყork's⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ newe͟s͟t͟⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀favorite⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ᏕᎮᎥᎴᏋᏒ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🕸️

⠀who are you when you’re not performing .ᐣ

‍ * 𝘵he night folds her 𝓉𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 hands over a w𝚎𝚊𝚛͟𝚢͟ world ˏ 𝓶y thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely 𝓈𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚜.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒅oll me up , 𝒇eed me lies , call it 𝒎𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 .. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑜ℎ , 𝓋𝑎𝑙͟𝑒͟𝑛͟𝑡͟𝑖𝑛𝑒 . . .

̲،̲ ⠀ i ⠀ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭⠀ touch ⠀ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⠀⠀to ⠀⠀ 𝐬𝐜𝐫͟𝐚͟𝐭𝐜𝐡 you 🐈‍⬛⠀ 𝜗ৎ

i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth.

ㅤㅤperhaps a little madness is essential to be successful in research .

⠀ 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ⠀𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 ⠀⠀𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 ⠀