
—— ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚—— 𝓘 carry my faith like a cross and my devotion like a wound. Beneath candlelight and the eyes of saints, my body like a martyr becomes an altar for sacred guilt, trembling prayers and desires that feel like crucifixion. Forgive me, Father.




















