mortaled:
‟ who says i’m lying? ” ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵒʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ⁻ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶜˡᵃᵈ ᶦⁿ ᶜᵉˡᵉˢᵗᶦᵃˡ ᵈʳᵃᵖᵉˢ. ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᵉᵐᶦᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᵉʳᵈᵃⁿᵗ ᵉʸᵉˢ & ᵃˡᶦᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ʰᵉʳ. all aphotic must slay & wither in her presence. ‟ isn’t that your job? ”
❝ it’s less of a job and more of a hobby . ❞ her eyes sparkle . ❝ -- regardless . . . that doesn’t mean you’re not a filthy little liar just like me . i might be better at it , and i might be more comfortable with it , but i’m not the only liar here . i’m a liar , you’re a liar , i think you’d be hard - pressed to find someone who isn’t . now , do you want a philosophical lecture , or do you want in ? ❞















