𝗄͟𝖺͟𝗍͟𝗁͟𝖾͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝖾͟. retweeted
but still, he stood there. an open wound in the shape of a man. a beaten dog. and she just couldn't do it. she could never do it. never hurt him, even with the truth.
egoist.xn--0qah2a36aa4215c/ how it feels to write again after sparsely touching the medium for months
egoist.xn--0qah2a36aa4215c/ i have missed sewing seeds of chaos.










