𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 ∔ MERCY  ．

and if we were to dissect a house, we would find ourselves a stomach throat spine and eyes and ͟e͟y͟e͟s͟ 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ ﹠ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑤 and dreams and memories and a mouth that will 𝔟𝐢𝐭𝐞 down. terrible, terrible house, whose horror i have built.

in the deep south, the devil is a beautiful boy who swears and cheats at billiards on sunday. he is the one who reaches up your skirt, pulls out the prayers your were saving for someday and lights them on fire with his 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊.

and 𝙝𝙚 gets to be a lawyer .ᐣ what a 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚 .ᐟ

all the world blurred，a vibrating hemorrhage，and it was fine because i could finally feel how little impact i'd ever have on the world. losing that dread that 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 you'll somehow ruin everything，for yourself and everyone else.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. until i came here，i thought that was for children; that you grew out of it. but it never really goes away. it’s 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 there underneath. the oldest fear of all.

pretty little 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅, you’ve hit the window a few times.

ITS A 𝐍͟𝐈͟𝐂͟𝐄͟ 𝕭IKE. THE 𝑩𝑰𝑲𝑬 IS 𝙿͟𝙰͟𝚁͟𝚃͟ OF THE 𝓕𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘