‍‍ ‍ ‍ ᵂᴼᴸⱽᴱˢ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ﹐

finish these fo͟es now, or those of us not in our graves in twenty years will 𝒓𝒖͟𝒆 our folly when those babes strap on their father's swords ﹠ come seeking after 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

ᅠ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 ᅠ

⠀ ⠀⠀ ┈─ 𝓼o long as ∗ men 𝖗͟𝖊͟𝖒͟𝖊͟𝖒͟𝖇͟𝖊͟𝖗 the 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 ﹏ done to their forebears 、 ❪ no 𝓹𝓮𝐚𝐜𝐞 will ever last 。❫ ⠀

i feel weighing upon me an angel's weariness.

everything is scary. everything is my fault.

the swells heaved. you could lick salt from the air. but i'd come to find what men do when they die at sea. so, drove i on into the storm.

do not abandon me， even if i have abandoned myself.