⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝖲𝖮 𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚? ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓆱 ⠀ 𝑇HE 𝕮HOSEN * 𝙊NE ⠀ … ⠀ ⠀

she's quietly following, blinking. then, oh. okay. her arms push around jackie's neck.

her lips smack once the kiss is broken. hmm. what's that taste? "is that...strawberry?" she leans in again for another soft peck.

"'course you will be." leave it to jackie to use lip balm after a plane crash. a kiss is given to the top of her head. "better than tasting like the outdoors, i guess."

her gaze searches lottie's, silently begging for her to not mention it. if it's said aloud, it will become too concrete. but the way she is so tenderly gazed at causes her own guard to fall. the thanks is only acknowledged by the slightest of nods, and her grip tightens.

i tried to be good， am i no good? am i no good? am i no good?

mental illness

delete this

because

i said so.

you want too much.

you have me. and no reason.

i spent my childhood learning how to fear， and now i spend my adulthood learning how not to.

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.

|| wait is anyone still actually in this fandom or no

i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕖 𝕋𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣 “𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕖”