... @hrlsqunn , meme.
to see the world as it currently stands has always been her curse. a burden upon shoulders. true source of earned strength. she doesn’t flicker gaze to the chaos of blonde hair that sits across from her. but the affection is echoed in slow curling smile. even trapped in boiling anger , there is something in harley that offers a glimpse of the sun.
“ we’re all kind of weird , ” she admits. laughing. not enough to be mistaken for genuinely humor. it’s amusement. the nature of the beast that they have created in their little world. “ and twisted. and drowning. ” but gaze sinks. a hollow zone into the memories that plague day to day living. they were just that ... drowning. in the weight of all they’d done. and the knowledge of what they still had to do.









