#dolleyedwhisper

[harshnebiyah-blog]

ego vivere si non recordatus sum vobis

[penumbraskull-blog]

sͣͮ̄̊̓͋͋͝t̶̅ͧ̕ä́͂ͥ̂̒̊̐ͤͫ҉y̔̃̈̋͗̈́ͥ͜͡ ͯͮ̍a̧ͩ̂̄̑ͨsͬͯ̈̉ͨ̋͂͜l̉ͦ̾̓̍̀̈͛ͫe̛̽͑̊ͫ͐͑̿ẻ̶̐ͣ̀́̚͘p̅ͦ͂ͬ͋̔͆̚.̔̉̿͘̕͝ ̵͋ͮ͐ͮͯ ̵ͩ̋ͣͮͫ̏ġ͛̌̀o̢͋͑̀̓̚̕͞ ͑̇ͣͩͪ͘͢b̨ͣͦ͋͋̆͗̌a̾͟҉c̈́ͨ̿̄̉̚k̛ͮͫ̐͞ ͋̊̔̀ͪ͟t̷̸ͧ̽͋ͫ̋̈́o̡̅̑̈́̀ͣ͡ ̋̈͆͛͋̒̾͌̚͝͡s͆̉̌͛ͯ́̚l̴̀̋͋̋ͩ̿͒̽̕e̸ͪ̐͒̐͊ͫ̈́͋e̴ͨͥ̽ͦ̉͠͠p̀̓ͮ͛͐.̶̸̛̐͐ ̡͋̍͠gͨ͐̒̈̚o̶̷̢̊ͤ̔͂ͧ ̧ͤ̾̈́̑ͫ̓aͪͦͩͭn̵ͯ̍d̊̔͊̽ͫ̊ ̍̓͟s̋̾̀͋͏l̽̀̉͋̓̀̚͠e̓̓̓̊ͦͤͦe̶̐̍͆̊ͥ̄̔̊̚p̛̌͒̓̀̒͒̉ͦ̓͏ ̢̅̑̄͗̀͠a͋͐̍͘nͬ̄̆̎̄ͦ̅̾̚d̸̒͢ ͛̒ͪ̚͏n͊͐̈́̓͐͗̂̍eͬͦ̋͛̏̀͞v̛̆̄̈̇͆̉҉͘eͦͪ̈́͗ͬ͟rͭ͐ͤ̍̄̊ͬ̅ͥ͟͢ ̴̧̆͛ͬͨ͠w̵̶ͥ͛̿́͘a͛̓͒͠ḱ̶̋ͬͮ͟e̎̔͌ͣͦ̽̿͢ ͂̉ͤͬ͗̋͜ǘ̏͌ͧͥp̂ͪͮ̓̍ͤ.̶̴ͨ͆͂̽ͤͧ̚

Nononononon͉̪͖̓́͆̐̉̉̐͞o̢̫̜ͧͫ͆́̃͂̒̔̊n̢̗͉̹̯̯̲̪̙͋͗ͤ̽ͭͦo̸̢̩̘̦͔̹̪͎̓ͅl̴̡̟͚ͤ͞e͕̰͚͎̬̯̰̰͛ͨͧ͟a̖͙̟̤̎ͣͧ̉̓v̴̟̞͓̺͚͇͎̩͌̏́̑̒ͩ̂̎ȅ͎̤̟̹̹̫͙̙̑ͨm̟̖̜̿͆ͤ̊͗͟ͅͅę̡̧͖͎̊͛̈́̾ͥ̇̐̚a̵͚̝̮̮͚ͩ́͒̑͞l̡̪̟̣͖̝̘͕̿̏̐ͅoͬͬͮͧ̃̆̄̒͏̺̦̖̗͈̝̯͖͚n̠͖͈͌̆̉͢͝e̶̲̠͕͚ͪ̆̔̀

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dolleyedwhisper replied to your post: dolleyedwhisper replied to your post:...

͝ｉ̵ ̛ ͏ａ̢ｍ ͠ ҉ｆ̡ｉ̀ｎ̶ｅ͝ ｉ̷＇ｌｌ͞ ̴ａｗ͘ａ͘ｋ̷ｅ͝ ̧ ｓｈ͢ｏ͘ｒ҉ｔｌ͠ｙ̨

do

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dolleyedwhisper replied to your post: dolleyedwhisper replied to your post: does willa...

̒̆̚ｉ́ͣ ̽ͨ̿̐̀ͬ͋ ｃ̆̇ͬ͆̀ａ̐ｎͧ̑ͨͧ̋͆ ̿ ̌ͭ̅͊̉͛ｄ͗͊ｏ̆ͧ̾ ̓ͬͬͯ̅ͭ̂ ͬͥ̂̒ｔ̓́̾̚ｈｉͦ̊́ｓ̈̋ ͤ̇̔ͪｍ̾ｙ͌ｓ̑̑̐ｅｌͫͬ̃̋ｆͦ͒̇

you cannot

i

do not

think you can

my apologies

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dolleyedwhisper replied to your post: does willa need assistance because as i said i...

ͪｎ̆͌̽ｏ̊̓ͪ̈̔͒ͩͭ

your voice

says

otherwise

[intheabsenceofbread]

Minnesota barreled through Spirit, one hand on her eye, no longer covered, and the other hand barely touching whatever lanterns she'd passed. She was running against the clock, trying to find Willa's resting place as fast as possible. For what she could remember, she and Willa had not been that close, and most of the people she had spoken to seemed to be afraid of her, or dislike her at the least. She didn't really understand why, Willa seemed like a nice enough girl, and she was damned if she'd let another friend slip into the Void.

She would have missed the body if it wasn't for Willa's bright hair, and she knelt down next to her, pinching her wrists in worry. "Oh, Willa..." She sighed and took her by the shoulders, shaking her softly at first, and then with growing force. "You said you knew what you were doing. Please, please wake up!"

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ｗｈａｔ  ｉｓ  ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ  ｇｏｉｎｇ  ｔｏ  ｄｏ，  ｓｉｎｃｅ  ｙｏｕ  ａｄｖｏｃａｔｅ  ｉｔ  ｓｏ  ｓｔｒｏｎｇｌｙ？

Stop the pain.