𝓈𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟——𝗯𝗼𝘆

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 is not a friend, it's not a brother. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 is not a wendy—moira—mother. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 has turned me into many others. now i guess i'm just —— a 𝓵𝐨͟𝐯͟𝐞͟𝐫.

Scenes from Bisan Owda's latest report from Gaza:

… Blinking. Perhaps he never escaped Penacony, stuck in some sort of weird dream. Is he just … allowed to do that? Ren doesn’t question it, instead offering a wan smile as the piece of chocolate is taken. Thank you.

you don’t think much honestly. you’re like a stupid dog.

Could you make it a little sweeter? Please.

even though i have nothing, i yearn for something.

⠀ make it extra strong ... please . ⠀

and just how do you unlock your full potential?

turning on his heel to speed—walk in the opposite direction. maybe if he ignores him, he’ll finally go away …

your inability to hold a proper thought long enough to draw a conclusion to it.

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