­­ ­ ­­­­­­ ­­­ ­­­‍‍‍‍‍ ‍𖥻 ‍‍н𝗎𝗇t𝙧𝗲𝙨𝙨 ‍ꨄ‍

i grew up mean. i grew up ugly, i grew up girl. […] i grew up cold, i grew up sharp.

all women turn into animals, at a certain point.

ᅠ every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness. ᅠ

there’s blood on your face again. and your teeth. and your hands. and your clothes.

he can’t sleep, so he’s just going to sit outside and look at the stars.

so tell me， where did the blood on your palms come from? self—divination， or sacrifice?

ᅠ ᅠ ❛ ❛ guess all i got now are doubts.. doubts ﹠. scars ❜ ❜ ᅠ

⠀ I WILL KEEP ON 𝔉IGHTING. —— ❦ 〳 𝙰 . 𝙷  ̤ ❞ SWINGING TIL I GOT ( N⃨O⃨T⃨H⃨I⃨N⃨G⃨ ) LEFT. *⠀୨

ᅠ i’m past saving. i know how my story ends. it’s at the edge of a blade or at the barrel of a gun. ᅠ

𝑖t h𝑢rt𝑠 t𝑜 g𝑟o𝑤 u𝑝 𝑤he𝑛 𝑦ou𝑟 k𝑛ee𝑠 a𝑟𝑒 𝑠ti𝑙l c𝑢t 𝑏u𝑡 f𝑜r u𝑠, 𝑙if𝑒’𝑠 𝑛ev𝑒𝑟 b𝑒en 𝑤itℎo𝑢t b𝑙𝑜o𝑑

to whom do i owe the biggest apology? no one's been crueler than i've been to me.