i exist， that is all， and i find it nauseating.

❛ everyone 𝒅͟𝒊͟𝒆͟𝒔, surviving in this place means that you have to take the risk or else, ❜ he trails off, crown tilting in contemplation, ❛ you know what happens. ❜

why did my mother marry this man? the thought of the same blood running through our veins disgusts me, repulses me, enrages me, terrifies me.

i'm mr. loverman， oh， and i miss my lover.

曦.⠀⠀⠀⠀it seems that my wife has been acting very evil after being left unsupervised.

a noose, pretending to be something it is not, tightens around 𝒾，‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ 𝕮ᴬ𐍂𝚁𝙸𝝤͟𝐍. — darling one seems to stray, quite a terrible habit that must be curbed early on.

a wound appears right then, straight to the fragile beating heart within cage of bones. how dare she have work that is far more * 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 than him﹖