ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔩.

⠀you did a terrible thing, it doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person.

if there is a god, he will have to beg for my forgiveness.

my soul bleeds... and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.

i imagine myself covered with blood, broken but transfigured and in agreement with the world, both as prey and as a jaw of time, which ceaselessly kills and is ceaselessly killed.

when you see my face, i hope it gives you hell.

ᅠ spring lived in his 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 , but winter kissed his 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 — he bloomed with a 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 . ᅠ

I’LL TEAR DOWN YOUR GATES WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS AND BURN THE WORLD THAT YOU RULE OVER.

ᅠ                     ᅠ ᅠ                —“ 𝒊𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝒍𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐞. ᅠ                     ᅠ ᅠ

⠀ — La période des fêtes, quel enfer, marmonna Claire. ⠀