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just because you carry it well doesn't mean it isn't heavy.

Sometimes fondness is a flick of the chin and adoration is a pinching of cheeks and flirting is silly teasing and a scoff, a sigh, an eye roll, a blush and a pout, a grumbled complaint. It’s all love. It’s all light.

and suddenly i'm an angel on the cutting room floor， wearing gore， a blank stare， not much more.

Noir: It will take years to be able to touch my wings. Mana Noir: So smitten he insists. Noir after: Well it happened. I’m still nervous but let’s go to third base with it and I’ll get over it quickly 🥰

all this anger was once love.

rage is a quiet thing. well， you think that you've tamed it but it's just lying in wait. rage， is it in my veins? i feel it in my face when i least expect it.

It’s not really about the height difference, it’s about who has big bright doe eyes and who has alluring siren eyes.

i want you to know that it is okay not to love me. i want you to know that you are not the first person who found it a little too tough， who took two steps back when my jaws started snapping.

🧚 Not me tearing up writing this confession. God, anytime I think of Noir’s backstory it breaks my heart.

"everyone says that he fell because he flew too close to the sun," his father said, "but he flew, do you see what i mean, son? he was able to fly. it doesn't matter if you fall, if you were a bird for even just a few seconds."

kissed by the moon, loved by the night.

———𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕! 𝑪𝒉𝒍𝒐𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!    𝑂𝒉? 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠?

🧚🏻‍♀️ I lost access to this account due to some issue with my email. Thank god I’m back in 😭