jules ౨ৎ

I no longer see you as I used to. and that is your defeat

ㅤ ㅤ › * ❛ ‍HE ‍WEARS ‍THE ‍SMELL ‍ OF ‍𝕭 𝐋 𝐎 𝐎 𝐃 ‍AND ‍𝕯 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 ‍LIKE ‍ A ‍ JACKET｡❜

Morning.. *they mumbled..*

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ like 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 .̲ i need tylenol, a reconnection with mother nature and maybe a nice breakfast .̲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

sighs. way too many people with 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 around here.

⠀nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.

words aren’t the only thing that tell people what you’re thinking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ well —— how’d you feel about influencer parties .ᐣ need a plus one .̲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

ᅠ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𖤐 ᵀᴴᴱ ᵁᴸᵀᴵᴹᴬᵀᴱ ( 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 ) ᅠ

who are * you?

i’m pretty, don’t forget it, i can make you jealous, make a wrong turn, & i’ma show you what regret is.

wanting a girl so bad that it just makes me angry.

i don't have a place of my own yet, but .. i have an income. kinda. ( rue moves closer to jules and sinks onto the stool, eyes watching as the brush strokes the canvas with ease ) hey, i'd take care of you jules. —

𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝚐͟𝚘͟𝚘͟𝚍 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 b͟ᥲ͟d 𝐰𝐚𝐲 .ᐣ

❝ Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs, A͟ʟ͟ᴡ͟ᴀ͟ʏ͟s ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀs. ❞