munching on some choco chip pancakes .

the little soldier that fucking couldn’t.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

they’re sitting on the kitchen counter , the little window propped open as they enjoy their morning joint and coffee combo . basking in the quiet that still shrouds the usually bustling abbey .

ᅠ ᅠ ℛ𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲 ℋ𝗮𝗹𝗲 ༝ ࣪˖ ＊ ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ body like an 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 , it’s 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 like a clock . ————————————— a dose of #𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑒

my body's made of crushed little stars.

staring at the reader * completely zoned out .

| appalled by the noise fae approach the door with caution , knocking loudly . | WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE ?!

. . . i— okay . maybe try not screaming at her ? who wants to be screamed at ? | eyeing her , cautiously stepping into the bathroom to try to wrangle her out of the bathroom . |

as much as I’m sure she’d love to see you . . maybe she’s busy ? got lots of other bloody souls to visit . how about we get you something to drink ? ya hungry ? | reaching out to steady the ghoul , gently guiding towards the door . |

he found me stimming 😭 he stode too 😭 we both stummed 😭😭

licking fae lips , tail wagging excitedly . they’re always down for pancakes .

By Gustave Doré

hold on i know i have my keys i just need to dig through my tote bag for ten minutes to find them. do you mind waiting

eating some cereal in the refrigerator light .

hi { innocently waving }

missing azzie .

leant over the vanity — fixing the wing of coal liner .

𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 , sometimes i’m afraid i’ll vanish . like the world will stop believing in me and my own will might crumble like unsupported walls . i try really — to submerge myself in as much life as possible . in hopes that it might repay me kindly with its open arms .