𖦹 ⋆｡° ղᥱvillᥱ .

the lion does not concern himself with his poor sleeping schedule and increasing brain fog.

𝑃𝑒𝑟𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖𝑡.

the human embodiment of the 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻, crevices between walls and books.

⠀you fought and fought to keep all the cruelty locked up in your head, and for what .ᐣ none of them ever loved you, because none of them ever knew you.

Stars, hide your fires . Let not light see my black and deep desires .

⠀ 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 .ᐣ ⠀

i'll say a joke or two, and talk in such a way that'll make you want to stay. and even then i'll laugh to bring you back and charm you, anyway!

ㅤㅤ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝒊'𝒎 i͟m͟m͟o͟r͟t͟a͟l͟, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹! 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 t͟a͟r͟t͟a͟r͟u͟s͟. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝗻𝗼 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 l͟i͟v͟e͟.

but the heart has its own memory and i have forgotten nothing.

practicing a starlight charm on one of the windows.

⠀ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵. ⠀

killer—bee or honey—bee?

pretty & mean.