͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏ ⢁ ☆。 ‍‍𓂃 ‍‍ 𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞.

you are, i think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars.

combinations of guilt & grief sewn so deeply into my flesh that i wouldn't know where to begin if trying to untangle my limbs from the binds of these agonies.

you are, i think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars.

you're a warrior. warriors don't give up and they don't back down. pick up your sword and shield and fight.

⠀ ⠀⠀fight⠀ it⠀,⠀ or⠀ accept⠀ it ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— ⠀⠀fear⠀ it⠀,⠀ or⠀ control⠀ it⠀.

i did not mean to be cruel. i swear i am good. i am good. i am kind. i have love inside of me. some place far far away.

Mmmm... a lot of brown, orange and yellow, right?

if i conquered all my demons there wouldn't be much left of me.

"Hm?" He snaps out from his trance, violet eyes now on Feyre. His lips curve into his best attempt at a smirk, to try and put to rest any worries she might have. "How long have you been standing there?"

The best holidays are with you, my love. Did you have fun this year?