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defectorisms replied to your post:defectorisms replied to your post: . be the...
u can always /pretend/ it’s someone else om f G
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❛ it’d be wise to ration that food, you know. ❜
belladonna !
MEME||accepting!
Belladonna: Silence.
SO HELD HER TONGUE, words deprived from her and in the end her voice didn’t matter anyways. snake’s venom runs deep within her veins, numbing her, shackling her as she drank the GOLD ICHOR poison that stripped her of her TITLE, ACCOMPLISHMENTS, REPUTATION,AND FREEDOM. ere imprisonment, endless possibilities showered themselves onto her, an entire SPECTRUM of opportunities, limitless. even as scars scorned her flesh and memories that seared themselves into her core. she had no limits. nothing could stop her.
ah, she’d reached her climax thereforth there could only be DOWNFALLING, tumbling downwards in an unrelenting motion. a SLOPE she couldn’t climb back up, a muzzle clamped on her mouth after being SHACKLED home, taking care of a child too curious. questions, questions,questions. ALL SHE EVER HAD. and still even if she had the answer she so desperately searched for,sakura wouldn’t answer them.
a secret burnt her lips together and a dagger ‘round her throat. thus she lived in silence. relenting.
subservient.
the frost on the window still fresh, her coffee cold. wrapped in a fleece blanket, she’d had taken haven in a tiny corner in her home, cushioned betwixt two walls and a window. daydreaming of what could’ve been again. again. sakura shuffles, searching for the next most comfortable position, the pages of her book wrinkling slightly as she turned it downwards to keep her page. leaning her head onto the frigid window, pastel locks loosen from her ear. she closes her eyes, finding solace in the silence.
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It’s not like one can walk away unchanged from the battlefield. One can leave the war, but war never leaves anyone.
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tbH yeah idk for /sure/ what’s going on w/ it but that happened to me too !! i followed like 500+ blogs && then suddenly dropped to 300 && i was so ??? idk tumblr is fucked i thiNK
I had around the 500 something mark but now i’m at less than 300 so i’m (⊙ヮ⊙) ‘who the hell am i missing’