@warcrowned. / ☆
❛ what's the PROBLEM ? ❜ brief and sharp , her eyes are ALIGHT : simpering on the edge of aggression . blinding like sun on snow as it MELTS into the earth . sickly winter came in stages , long weeks and pale death stripping taste from the air , but she is assuredly rather the BURNING heat above than the pitiable frostwork below ––– and hardly so transient . easily reduced to no more than LOWLAND MUD , in time , as all delicate things were . ❛ i’m not JUDGIN’ you ; i’m AGREEING with you , idiot . ❜












