ᅠ keeping an eye out. ᅠ

fractured mind at work. he fixates on turning scrap of timber into something else while the focus until the focus fragments, and there is nothing else to be done.

sit. crawl. beg. bark.

soft body threaded by warmth from the fire. he sits idle by its hip, low in thought.

in light of recent events， fuck．

body like a bag of rocks. he sulks over a pile of scrap metal, skeleton of a project.

it dies. it is reborn. worse. lonelier.

ᅠ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝓢𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 , 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈 𝕱𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐓͟ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. ㅤ ᅠ

whisper between the trees. he trails beneath them with the lazy ease of a wolf.

lay off the caffeine, dude.

|| la holidays eat my marrow. I crawl bck. 💥 👁‍🗨

quiet body in the brief awning of the forest. thermos close to his palm, the wind's teeth drawing at his jacket.

I would but I can't reach.

bite of the knife on soft wood. shavings that spill onto the moss.

picking the soft skin of paper from the body of a can. reflected by fire.

for some reason ( bare with me on this one ) I get the impression you like carrots.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝓟𝐀𝐑𝐊. in some ways、he's like 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 to him... one of the OG - four. some bonds in the fog are simply stronger than other ones are —— more layered with traumatic history.