@silkwoven
the poisonous beat of a decaying heart . ᵃ ᵈᵉᵛᶦˡ ʳᵒᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰʸ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ & ⁿᵒʷ ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵐᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᵃ ᶜᵒʳᵖˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵍᶦʳˡ . ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢᵉʳᵖᵉⁿᵗ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˀ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ˀ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ˢᵏᶦⁿ ‘ⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ˢᵏᶦⁿ , ᶜʰᵃʳʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᶦʳᵉ . ❝ i was hoping i wouldn’t see you , but that’s what i get for wishing for a peaceful night . ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ ˀ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᵃ ᵍᶦʳˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʳᵒᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗˢ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ˀ i don’t need you as my savior . ❞
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when will @sinbcrn write to me LOL.
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god cassandra wants to be an only child so bad (:
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“ maybe i don’t quite know what to say ” - unrotted
@unrotted
❝ neither do i , so i’m not quite sure why you are wasting time hovering around me like i might vanish . ❞ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᵖˡᶦᵗˢ ᵗʷᶦˣᵗ ᶦʳᵉ & ᵍʳᶦᵉᶠ . ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ , ᵖʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵍᶦᵇˡᵉ ˢᵉᵃᵐˢ & ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡᶦᵗʸ . ᵃ ᶠˡᶦᶜᵏᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˢ & ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵐᶦˢᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈʳᵃᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒʷⁿ , ᶠᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉˢ & ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ ᶦⁿᶠˡᶦᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ . then indignation would bite her lips . ᵃ ᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷʳᵃᵗʰ . ᵃʳᵉˢ ᵍʳᶦᵖˢ ᵃˢʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ . ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ˀ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒᵘˡ ˀ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ˀ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉʷᶦⁿᵈ , ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ & ᶦᵗˢ ᶦⁿʰᵘᵐᵃⁿᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵃᵍᵉ . ❝ ne devrais - tu pas être heureux , frère ? ❞ ᵈᵉᵛᶦˡ ⁻ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉᵈ . ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉⁿᵛᶦᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ , ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶦˡᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ . ʰᵒˢᵗᶦˡᶦᵗʸ ʳᵉᶦᵍⁿˢ ᵒ’ᵉʳ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶦʳ . ❝ you got what you wanted , didn’t you ? he left me . . . ᶦ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵐ . ᶦᶠ ᶦ ʰᵃᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ , ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵇᵉ ʰᶦˢ . c'est ta faute si je suis misérable . ❞
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“and isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? ” + cecily!
@dystopiean .
ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʳᵘᶦⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ & ʳᵉˢᵘʳʳᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ , ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃʳᶜʰᵃᶦᶜ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᶦⁿᵍᵉʳ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ & ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ʳᵒᵒᵐˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ , ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ʰᵉʳ . the persistent hand digging into the grave to grip her decaying nature from the soil . ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ʳᵉᵇᶦʳᵗʰ . ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵉᵈˢ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ & ʷᶦᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳˢ . ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᶦʳ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ , ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʷᶦᵈᵉⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ . ❝ yes , you must consider yourself lucky to be drawn to me . i suppose the rumors are true : i can attract anyone to me . ❞ ˡᶦᵛᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ . ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵉⁿᵉᵇʳᵒᵘˢ ˢᵏʸ . ᵖᶦᵗᶦˡᵉˢˢ & ᵘⁿᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᶦⁿᵍ . ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᶦᵉᶠ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ ʷᵉᵃᵏ . ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵍᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᵖᵒᶦˢᵒⁿᵉᵈ . ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵈʸ ˢᵒ ˢᶦᵐᵖˡᵉ ˀ ᵃ ᵍᶦʳˡ . ᵖʰᵃⁿᵗᵒᵐˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ . ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳˢ . ❝ joking aside , well i wasn’t joking but . . . je suis content que la ficelle vous ait été liée . ❞
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“ would you tell me to go fuck myself? ” o hi :)))
❝ yeah , would you like to hear it ? ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵐʸ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᶦˢ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃᶦⁿᵗ . . . ʷᵉˡˡ , ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵃʸ ᶦ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ . ❞ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᶦˡʳʸ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᵍʳᶦⁿ . ˢᵉʳᵖᵉⁿᵗ ⁻ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ . ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶠᵃˡˡ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ⁿᵒˣᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵃᶦʳ . ❝ ewch i fuck eich hun . ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶦⁿ ʷᵉˡˢʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵘⁿ . vai a farti fottere . ᶦᵗᵃˡᶦᵃⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ . ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ˀ i think that’s all you would understand without me as a translator . ❞
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@sinbcrn ????????????????? 2021 and cassandra is still being slandered.
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sinbcrn.
❝ would i lie to you ? ❞ → @likethcrns
❝ weren’t you the one that told me my hair looks like cheap dye from a dollar store ? ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ˡᶦᵉ ˀ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵒᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ˢᵗᵒʳᵉ . also , as i’ve stated many times before , my hair is natural . ❞
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“ you know i miss you ”
@sinbcrn
a carcass of calamity & despair . ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵐᵃˢˢᵃᶜʳᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ᵍᶦʳˡ . ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵃʳᶦᵒⁿᵉᵗᵗᵉ , ᵈᵉᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ & ᵍᵘᶦᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵃⁿᵗᵒᵐ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵘᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ ‘ᵖᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵗᶦᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ . ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ˡᵒᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵃᵈˡʸ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ˀ ❝ ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ , ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ’ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵇᵘˢʸ , ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ . ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ , ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ . je ne me suis jamais senti aussi heureux auparavant . ❞ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡᵐ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ . ˢʰᵉ ᵏᶦˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ⁿᵒˣᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ‘ⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳᵘˢᶜᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᶦˢ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ . ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵃçᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶦⁿᶠᵃᵗᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˡᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ . the memory of his joy reaps her soul . ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ˀ ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ , ᵇˡᶦⁿᵈᵉᵈ & ᶠᵒʳˢᵃᵏᵉⁿ . ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᶦˢᵉʳʸ , ʰᶦˢ ᵉᵘᵖʰᵒʳᶦᵃ , ʰᶦˢ ᶦʳᵉ . ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ˢʸˡˡᵃᵇˡᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃᶜᶦᶠʸ ʰᶦᵐ . ❝ ᶦ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ’ᵗ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ & ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦ’ᵐ ᵈᶦᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ , ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᶦᵗ’ˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ . i don’t want to ruin anything with him . ᶦ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵐᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ & ᶦ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ . i’ll ask if it’s okay to see you tomorrow , alright ? i’m sure it’ll be fine . ❞
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sinbcrn.
she nearly lets her tongue slip – a playful you’re no fun to drink with now , but she can’t seem to find the humor ; her temper is mercurial , one moment scornful and mocking , the next melancholy . grace is consumed now … and cassandra , she thinks , is a fool . how long have they known one another ? how many nights of liquor , fingers slipping together , have they shared now ? holding onto their rough sort of family , hoping to find solace or warmth , any sort of reprieve from their pasts . cassandra ought to know by now , grace is a simple , selfish creature ; she will take cassandra at any age , frail and falling apart , at least she would be alive . that cassandra will die someday does not frighten grace – she knows it is inevitable . rather , the knowledge makes her small . in the wake of cassandra’s mortality , she is a child again , desperate for a family , calling out in a world whose creator is deaf to her pleas . she wants to hate cassandra for it , for bringing back that weakness she thought she had suppressed , but she cannot find it in her to hate cassandra any more than cassandra can find it in herself to live .
where a moment ago she had been hard and sharp , now she retreats into herself , voice quiet , older than her years . and as though to compensate for her outburst , she skirts it – skirts the matter of death itself – after all , cassandra is painfully correct : they will have to say goodbye . so grace picks at the wound from its edges , refusing to discuss that which she cannot change . she must frame this as cassandra’s failing , if she doesn’t , then grace has only herself to blame when she breaks . ❝ – isn’t being tired better than being lonely ? ❞
who can blame her for the archaic desire to be disembodied ? ᵗᵒ ˡᵘˢᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ , ᵗᵒ ˢᶦⁿᵏ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵈᶦʳᵗ & ᵇᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒᵗ & ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸ . ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘʳᵛᶦᵛᵃˡ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ˀ ʷʰᵒ ᵇˡᵉʷ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᶜʰ ˀ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ . too many downfalls , ne’er resurrection . ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ ; ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᶦⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ . ❝ ᶦ’ᵛᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ & ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒˡᶦᵗᵘᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᶦ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒʷ . ᶦ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᶦʳᵉᵈ . ᶦ’ᵐ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵉˣʰᵃᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ . j'existe seulement pour toi en ce moment , mais je ne peux pas le faire pour toujours . ❞ ᵍʳᶦᵉᶠ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒ ᵍʳᵒʷᵗʰ . ˢʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵒʳ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʸᵗʰᵉ . ˢʰᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ & ʷᵉᵖᵗ . a façade of valor . ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᶦⁿ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ & ᶦᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ . ❝ i know you don’t want to speak about it , neither do i , but i’ll say it once : you have eternity , grace . ᶦ ᵇᵉᵗ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡᶦⁿᵉˢˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷʳᵉᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ & ᶦ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ʷᶦˢʰ , ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ . ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵒˡᵈ ᵃᵍᵉ ʷᶦˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ . ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ˀ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ . ᵃ ˡᶦᶠᵉᵗᶦᵐᵉ ʷᶦˡˡ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ . let me die when i die . it’ll be better for both of us . ❞
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wed to death , yet always stranded at the alter . ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶦˡˡᵒᵗᶦⁿᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ˀ ᵇᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵉʳ & ᵇᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶦᵗ ᵎ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵈ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵃʷᵃᶦᵗˢ ʰᵉʳ . ❝ ᶜᵒⁿʲᵘʳᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷᶦⁿᵉ . ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵒʳ ᶦ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵈʳᶦⁿᵏ ᶦᵗ . l'empoisonnement à l'alcool semble être une idée merveilleuse , tu ne trouves pas ? ❞
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dystopiean.
“ i’m sorry if you thought … i never abandoned you. ” ophidian faces mortal & his heart is the sword. ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᶦˢ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵖʸʳʳʰᶦᶜ, ʳᵃʳᵉ & ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶦᵉⁿᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ʳᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ. ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒ ᵛᵃˡᵒʳ ˡᵉᶠᵗ. ᵇᵃⁿᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵛᶦᵈᵉˡᶦᶜᵉᵗ ˡᶦᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ᵈᵒʳᵐᵃⁿᵗ & ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ. ᶦᵗ ᶠᵃᵈᵉˢ ‘ⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵛᵉʳᵃᶜᶦᵗʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʳᶜᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ. “ i waited for you. ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿʸᵐᵒʳᵉ. ᶦ ʷᵃᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᶦⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵈᵃʸ, ʰᵒᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ & ᶦ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ. that i could make sure you’re okay. no matter what happened in my life, or if it was storming, even if hell happened to descend on us, i would be there. when caroline died … i sat outside your window so i could pretend you were still with me. ” ᵍʳᶦᵉᶠ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʷᶦⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦˢᵗᵉʳᶦᵃ. ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ˢᵖᵉᶜˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶠᶦʳᵉᶠˡᶦᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿʰᵃˡᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ. ˢᶜᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ & ᵈʳᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ˡᵘᵐᶦⁿᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵃ ʰᵒʳʳᶦᶠʸᶦⁿᵍ, ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ ˢᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉʰᵒˡᵈ. “ i know i can’t do anything to fucking help you, but i’m not going anywhere either. i think i proved that much. ”
an incarnate of dolor . ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵗᵘˡᵃⁿᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ . ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃʳˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵘⁿᵍᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ , ᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵘⁿᵗᶦˡ ˢʰᵉ ᵛᵃⁿᶦˢʰᵉᵈ . ʷʰᵃᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵐᶦˢᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᶜᵒʳᵖˢᵉ ˀ she is nothing to waste time upon . ❝ i wish you hadn’t done that . i can buy you a thousand pretty things but none of it will replace the days spent waiting for me . ❞ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵇˡᵘⁿᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵗʳᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ . ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᶜᵃᵗᵃˢᵗʳᵒᵖʰᶦᶜ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ˀ this slaughter of sorrow . ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ˀ ❝ i would have rather you stood atop my grave than outside my window . ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ˢᵉˡᶠᶦˢʰ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ , ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᶦᵗ . i am poison to everyone . ❞
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“my heart only beats faster for the things that might kill me.”
— lose your inhibitions, Sophia Cannizzaro
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i love cassandra & her french accent she disguises & doesnt use anymore bc it reminds her of home & family that she cant see bc theyre all dead. ((---:
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“ i didn't know if you’d care if i came back ” - unrotted (:
@unrotted.
an eidolon to their scathed youth . ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵉᵛᶦᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ . had it ever stopped bleeding ? ˢʰᵉ ˡᶦᵛᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʰᵃᵇᶦᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵍʳᶦᵉᶠ . ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵉʳᶜᶦᶠᵘˡ ᶜʳʸᵖᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵘʳʸ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ . ❝ how could you think that of me ? am i that heartless to you ? ❞ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶜʰᵒ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ ˡᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ . ʰᶦˢ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ʰᵒˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵈᵃᵐᵃⁿᵗ ᵍʳᶦᵖ . ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦˢᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ˀ the dread of blurring memories / the harrowing unease of transformation , of aging into a girl he would not recognize . ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ ʰᵃᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵘʳˡᵒᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʰᶦˢ ˡᶦᶠᵉ , ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃʳʳʸ ʰᶦᵐ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ˀ ❝ you weren’t there so you didn’t see it but i tore through your room . ᶦ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʳᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢʰʳᵉᵈˢ , ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ . ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ . i thought maybe you left something behind only i would understand . ―――― ᵒʳ ᶦ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ & ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ & ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵗᵃʸ , ᵈᶦˢᵍᵘᶦˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ʳᵉˡᶦᵉᶠ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉᵉᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿⁿᵒʸ ʸᵒᵘ . ❞ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵍᵃˢᵒˡᶦⁿᵉ ‘ᵖᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ , ᵇᵘʳⁿ’ᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉʳᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢʰ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ˢᶦⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵐᵃᵗᶜʰ . ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᶜᵘʳˢ’ᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʳᵘᵉˡᵗʸ / ˡᵒᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ . ʷᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ , ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜʰᵒʳ , ʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵉᵈ ˀ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʰᶦˢ ᵇᵘʳᵈᵉⁿ . ❝ i gave up a long time ago on the foolish notion that you would come back , that you would somehow want to find me . ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᶦ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᶜᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ’ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ . ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᶠᵗ , ᵃˡˡ ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ . je t'aime . je pensais juste que peut - être que tu ne m'aimais plus . ❞
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