𐨿 𝐖𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚆 . ໋

"You're a 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉." "Actually, I'm a 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓."

I meant in the sense you put behind the truth of yourself and feel something new, as if you are acting. Masked. You are you, as you are, but you step into a new thought, a new idea. A what if, almost.

Uh-huh. So, the lipstick makes you feel entirely new then? As if you’re living a new life? A woman with something to lose? I hold no judgement, simply curiosity. The feminine feels unique, sometimes like a mask.

Without it, you care little if you lose? Digging a shallow grave with that belief.

Look like a bit of progress.

ᅠ 　 could be picking better iron though ᅠ

⠀ giving her the chance to decide for herself: approach or get the hell away. ⠀