𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐟 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 -𝑰𝑰 Months had passed and the hunger had evolved into something different. At first it had been a gnawing relentless craving like a beast demanding to be fed. Now, it was a hollow, yawning abyss inside me. A void that—

୧ ׅ𖥔  ۫ 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔: 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 - 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 ⋄ 𓍯 “The sun warmed her heart, yet her soul remained adrift, stolen by the harsh hands of reality.” Read: tumblr.com/sanguisetlux/7…

I think it’s time to reappear and cause some chaos.

⠀ ⠀ 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵; 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， ——why can’t i dіe?

…The fact that we still have each other blocked.

His sin is a stain on my soul, and only his demise can begin to cleanse it, even if it leaves me forever damned. tumblr.com/maniacalscribe…

Beneath the Perfect Son: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 The air in my penthouse felt thick, charged with a tension I couldn’t shake. My father’s words from the day before echoed in my mind. (+)

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