ℒ𝘢ᅠ 𝓟𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 ᅠℒ𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦.

📲 here. . . right here. 📲 i can't find my shoes.

📲 okaaaay. okay. i don’t even know how i ended up here. 📲 i think i’m gonna pass out. seeeeee yaaaa riva.

📲 suuuuure i can. i’m goooood. 📲 you know you’re gorgeooooous. right? wooooow

📲 juuuuust a little bit 📲 WHYYYY?

📲 what doooog? 📲 are you calling me doooooog?

i mean, i don't, but like, if you want to.

ㅤ͝ ִ 𝖎 𝖜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝖙𝐨 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖇 𝖞𝐨𝐮 𝖙𝐨 𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝖆𝐧𝐝 𝖕𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝖆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝖜𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝖞𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 ! ׄ 🔪 ꕀ ׄ

ㅤ soft sound of a piano; four definitive chords and a quiet singing voice accompanying: ‘negative self talk a veteran, self taught etcetera, on and on sick of hearing my self talk.’ ㅤ

( shrugs ) it'll heal.

i dunno. do you think it is?

i think that's dumb. fighting is sometimes necessary.

i didn't mean—you coulda fought me.

“ you're not fine. ” lorenzo has seen enough broken bones and bruises to be able to tell when something was seriously bad. “ you're gonna need more than a second. so don't fucking move. ” his voice is stern, serious.

make me.

howling.