♡ ⇢ ﹙ @madealpha ﹚ ﹒ “𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘.” ; insomniatic meme , accepting
petals purse, the rhythmic tapping of her pen against the notebook filling the empty space that her words had abandoned. pages etched with symbols and signs, an amalgamation of numerals and letters that meant absolutely 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 to her. what was she missing? frustration brewed a pain in her temple, the ache of uselessness. what good were these prophetic comings if she could do nothing with them?
“ scott ” panic creeps up as he turns to leave, ambers molten with despair. “ what if . . . what if i can’t do my best? what if i can’t figure this out and more people get 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 because of me? ”
