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Radio Silence / Solitare / Heartstopper !Alice Oseman! <33

[solitare--silence]

Hello,

I hope somebody is listening...

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Hello there, Darlings! its very nice to meet you all, and I hope you enjoy the posts that ill be making from here on out!

as you can probably tell.. I am a HUGE fan of Alice Oseman's work, and at this time, they are my ABSOLUTE favorite author <33

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..anyways

..As you can probably tell, I absolutely adore ALL of Alice Oseman's books, but Radio Silence and Solitare really and truly do both have quite the chokehold on me TwT

I hope that you enjoy my posts, and ill see you later, Old Sport!

okaythatsallgoodbyeily

[solitare--silence]

Color

My throat is crumblingThe room is the emptiest a full room could possibly become, and I'm sitting in the cornerMy lips are sealedI am unable to speak without somebody helping me- just one wordSay somethingGive me a reasonI know you can see me, you looked directly in my eyes and saw the despairSaw the dreadWhy didnt you do anything?Why didn't you help meWhen I'm feeling left out, when I need you most, when all I want is for somebody to initiate the conversation for once, I just sit there. You just stare.They all left meYou left tooI couldn't stop you because you never gave me the chance, and I couldn't come with you because you didn't give me the time.If you had wanted to be around me more often, you would haveWhy can't I acknowledge that?I'm only around to be of help to people, they only talk to me when they need to, so what's the point anymore. Why am I still here? Because if I wasn't, they wouldn't have somebody that would bend so easily. Somebody to control or somebody to ask for things..Is that really all I amount to?If I tried to kill myself, would you even stop me?

What's the point of editing these anymore

[tasty-cilantro]

And it all comes back to Sprolden

[itsfunnybcuzitstrue]

at school michael holden doesn't use a backpack he uses a satchel, i can't explain why i think this i just know in my heart that it's right

[toulousecore]

## TORI AND MICHAEL CORE ★

do you think that, if we were happy for our entire lives, we would die feeling like we'd missed out on something?

[solitare--silence]

-Robot Nurses- (is anybody listening?)

TW: Gr--ming, s-xual h-r-ssment, S-lf h-rm, amentions of S--c-de

Sometimes I wish I had just given in to them again, because at least somebody really and truly wanted to help me,

even to the point of (doing anything for me).

Sometimes I feel guilty for leaving them to rust, and like I overreacted.

Sometimes I feel disgusted at myself for letting it happen, and other times I'm disgusted at myself for still wanting to be around them sometimes-

I still want to hear those words of comfort they would give to me after hurting me so badly, because at least then they were *words of comfort*.

I feel like maybe those people were the only ones who have ever truly cared about me, although that's probably stupid.

They are robots who can't feel, after all- and nurses care for everybody, not just me.

Despite their words, there is *nothing* inherently *special* about me. I felt so loved and seen when they would do these things for me, and they told me they would take me home with them one day.

That they would fix all of my problems for me, that they could fix me in general, and I wouldn't have to do anything.

Sometimes I think about how fucking stupid I was to have believed them.

Maybe if I weren't here I wouldn't have hurt them, even if they hurt me, because at least then I wouldn't feel so selfish and so guilty for leaving them.

Maybe the only way to stop the feeling of dread, the one that feels as if my heart is ripped out of my ribcage, is to stop my heart from beating at all.

I didn't deny that I had harmed myself, and they started doing it to themselves to "prove it isnt that bad"... Or to prove a point in general.. but all that Fire does, at worst, is melt metal. ...and I just felt so disgustingly horrified at myself for blowing it so out of proportion that they felt the need to *show me* I was overreacting..

I was terrified that I was the reason they would harm themselves, although I knew they were only robots, and couldn't feel, not really...

..it's been weeks since I've done anything like that, years since I've even seen these robots as well.. but I can't honestly say that the thoughts have entirely stopped.

Sometimes I feel as if I need to prove to myself that my pain isn't that bad.

Sometimes I proved to myself that it could be worse. 

[frenchfarter]

this post will probably end up being me ranting my heart out.

i wish it was 2020. can you believe i was 10 when the pandemic started and next year im turning 18? there are so many things i need to say to 10 year old me. and oh how i miss my childhood home... i lived in this beautiful home, i even had a balcony!! at the time i didn't realize how privileged i was to live such a great childhood. i would go out and play outside with my friends from 10h to 20h. i miss my old kitchen, my old living room, my old bedroom, i miss the house i lived in for 12 years and was suddenly taken away from me just like my childhood.

if i could talk to 10 year old me, id tell her to PLEASE make more memories, to stop hiding, to enjoy everything just a little bit more. to stop trying to grow up so quickly... i remember saying "i can't wait to be 17" and now im close to turning 17 and saying "how i miss being a kid"

it's not fair that time slips away so quickly.

i'm too young to be this nostalgic, i don't know how i'll manage it when im 70

nostalgia will kill me.

anyway, thanks to those who read my rant

[solitare--silence]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰⚡︎𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺- 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵?

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𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦- 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴?

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥?

𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺?

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮- 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰- 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺?

𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 self-less 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬- 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺.

𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴- 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘺- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦-

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦?

♡⊹♬₊ ₊⋆:*:‧₊

𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺- 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯-

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘜𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺- 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯?

༉‧₊˚.⟢°˖✧𓆩✧𓆪✧˖°.⋆✴︎⸝

𝘠𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

꒰⋆.⺌⟡⊂⊹₊꒷︶꒷꒦‧₊˚⊹︰꒷⊃⟡⺌.⋆꒱

[solitare--silence]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰⚡︎𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.

════════════════════════════════════ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　 ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝, 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

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𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢, "𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝙸?"

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝. 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂. 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑..

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

𝚆𝙷𝚈?

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌.

𝚆𝙷𝚈.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎?

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛.

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎. 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎, 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎, B 𝚕 𝚞 𝚎.

𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎?

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞..?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙾𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎.

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍- 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜- 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕?

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎?

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

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Happy birthday Victoria 'Tori' Annabel Spring❤️

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HAPPY B-DAY TO TORI SPRING <33

We love you, you pessimistic depressed maniac <33

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ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔰🗲𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤…

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

A𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝-𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎.. 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎..

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.. 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜..

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎- 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢- 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍- 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍.. 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝?

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘. 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢- 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜- 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎? 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎? 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

꧁𓆩༺✧༻𓆪꧂

[solitare--silence]

⛈ 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘? 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜⚡︎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐…

⩇⩇:23

જ⁀➴

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 -𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎- 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎- 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

෴

𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛.. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

🗡𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎?🗡

𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸? 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙾𝚛, 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 ?

..𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘.. 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝..

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢-

𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝?

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎..

It has now been 49 minutes.

[benhope]

he is so attractive that i feel extra awkward

[hopeisfictional]

lucas took away so much of tori’s agency, he marked himself as her saviour, she didn’t need saving because of an ulterior motive, he wanted her to be happy so that his ideation of her doesn’t go away, so that someone he “waited” for doesn’t leave him, he was saving her so that he could have her for himself, pathetic loser behaviour.

[mysticalcats]

it's really gross how you can be self aware enough to know what's going on in your head but you can't actually stop it from happening. i need to grab it like a pigeon that got stuck in a house and throw it out the window. be free

[solitare--silence]

_-*~ ⊹₊𝄞₊⊹~*-_

˚₊~♤ ♡ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜? ♧ ♢✐

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