ᅟ* 𝖍ᵁ̶ᴺ̶ᵀ̶ᴱ̶ᴿ̶'̶ˢ̶⟋𝑨𝑹𝑹⎋𝑾

⠀⠀i am the arrow that pierces the wolf’s heart . i’ll grant you a swift death .

⠀please, tell me what to do. tell me how to make you proud. tell me how to move on. tell me how to live for myself.

⠀ O tempo do Rei acabou. Vida longa à Alvorada. ⠀

I'm……. worried about my friends. You take good care of them? Not really.

i'm a mirror. i'm the mirror you don't want to look at.

hatred gives one strength to go on; it maintains the fragile structure, it weaves the threads together so that emptiness doesn't take over everything.

if i let go of rules, who knows how dangerous i'd be?

boy， oh boy， the price of freedom sure is steep．

it's the things we love most, that destroy us.

we live, we die, we steal, we kill, we lie — just like animals, but with far less grace.

i feel so gross getting attached to people it makes me feel like a parasite

and ⠀i⠀ want ⠀to⠀ be ⠀known ⠀for⠀ my⠀ hits,⠀ not ⠀just⠀ my ⠀misses.

i'm not a good person, ask anyone who knows me

i came from violence. it was in my blood.

success is my only motherfucking option.

i am haunted. all my dreams are nightmares.

and through the mutated words, i write, ‘kill it fast, and never watch it die’.