ꪻꪗꪶꫀ᥅ retweeted
he felt warm and familiar. he felt solid and safe. i wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
ꪻꪗꪶꫀ᥅ retweeted
you and i; we are cut from the same red-dyed cloth. you pray it isn't blood, i am wrapped in its stench of iron.
ꪻꪗꪶꫀ᥅ retweeted
- 𝐼𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒯𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁. -































