ᵗʰᵉ 𝐌͟𝐈͟𝐆͟𝐇͟𝐓͟𝐘.

you are at war with yourself. caught between what you truly are — and what you are supposed to be.

⠀ ⠀ . . 𝖻𝗎𝗍 *𝗂 𝔥𝖺𝗏𝖾 ‧ ˚ 𝓈𝑜 𝑚𝑎͟𝑛𝑦 . ⠀

i've done your hair before in your sleep. nothing bad happened, did it ?

your hair is in good hands.

have some faith in me, brother.

A good morning to all.. he says, as it approaches four in the morning. Time is confusing, on Midgard.

I was a prisoner trapped inside a rooted body. a body immersed in constant anger. in constant pain.

( rolling eyes. )

do i have to show you my certificate ?

i have a bachelor's degree in cosmetology, thor, i know what i'm doing.