the thought of a grim reaper never scared me very much. if someone offered to walk you home in the dark, wouldn't you accept it? wouldn't it be nice to have a hand to hold?

i will die your daughter.

“Ναι, warnings, I’ll… Next time. Promise.” Forked tongue flickering a few times. Smells like coffee. And they’ll probably both smell like this until they change and shower. “You’re always missed. You’re a very missable person.” Squint. “That sounds wrong, you’re a person who

“That’s alright, this is— this is my fault.” An awkward grin, mirroring his laughter. Leaning themself back and off of him. “I got excited. I— hate to say, this probably will happen again.”

“BOB!” Realizing they’re both covered in room temperature coffee. “… okay, I didn’t think this through.”

TACKLE HUG

my mom asks if everything is okay. i say 'of course'. drowning is a quiet, desperate thing.

i'm surrounded by death, all day long, at all hours of the day. everything indicates that my destiny is in there. or do you think we won't have to pay for this?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU'VE⠀BEEN⠀RUNNIN', ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HIDIN'⠀MUCH⠀TOO⠀LONG ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU⠀KNOW⠀IT'S⠀JUST⠀YOUR⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FOOLISH⠀PRIDE.

from the time i was very young, my father told me that we were one person, that i was just a part of him. i grew up with that inside me. i grew up with him inside me.

don't go quietly. FIGHT!

look at you. my monster, come to find me.

ㅤㅤㅤgrant 𝐦𝐞 the 𝕾𝗧͟𝗥͟𝗘͟𝗡͟𝗚͟𝗧͟𝗛 of ㅤㅤㅤall 𝑓ᴀᴛʜᴇʀs. so 𝑖 can ㅤㅤㅤ𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 once more, defeat the ㅤㅤ 𝖊𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦, and return to 𝑯𝑬𝑹.

——ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʏ ꜰᴏᴏʟ

The 𝐝𝐚̲𝐫̲𝐤̲𝐧̲𝐞̲𝐬̲𝐬̲ that 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 is released upon this 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𓈒

but it was terrible, in those first days. my entire body was a wound. the world that blooms and ripens in things had been torn out of me with its roots, with my heart (it seemed).