⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i'm a good boy, officer :) ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ″ 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 𝘉𝘌𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌 ⠀⠀﹙ ✗ ⠀﹊︲ 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙏 ‶ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ silently laying in the grass, the once green blades wilting and turning into golden frays around the outline of his body. ⠀

⠀ sometimes, he finds himself back in that room. dark, and cold. he savours every ray the sun has to offer in times like these, a soft breath falling from his lips. he still feels dirty, no matter how much they burned off of him. ⠀

⠀ >:/ in 5'9 ⠀

⠀ just enough time to make blinchiki for breakfast, perfect. ⠀

curling up on the couch in a tortilla blanket, sound asleep.

far too many. its just too hot for the shark at the moment. besides, he only ever uses the shark when he's ... a wee bit sad. arm wraps around him, face in his temple.

⠀ silently holding his hand over his stomach, fingers laced with golden ichor. it trickles onto the floor and fizzles as he tries cleaning the wound. ⠀

i think i've seen hugo down about half a bottle of jägermeister — isn't that for babushkas who listen to jazz ?

is babuska mad?

wait — hey, wait. don't give me that look.