𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ．

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh⠀𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎⠀、⠀i⠀can⠀feel⠀ the⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔰𝐨𝐢𝐥⠀ falling ⠀over⠀ my ⠀ ͟h͟e͟a͟d͟.⠀⠀⠀⠀
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@SVCREDHEART / …i’m listening

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@SVCREDHEART / well at least ellie can visit her grandmother’s grave in peace

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@SVCREDHEART / he’s gonna eat her isn’t he

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@SVCREDHEART / that makes it infinitely worse, thank u

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@SVCREDHEART / can’t believe i found out like this

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎

[laura palmer @numbingfire]

And the angels wouldn't help you, because they've all gone away.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@saint_cunt i’m not being stingy. a girls always gotta be careful.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

goodnight.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@saint_cunt my father. do you need something?

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@saint_cunt i—- wasn’t. i’m not meant to talk to strangers.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@saint_cunt do i know you?

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

counting the stars until they blur. 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@petrovarcus anything. (the world is alien, a monster she had suffered only in increments. she wonders—always quick to wander, to fall into a dream—if her mother is alive, if her father rests quietly in his grave. a strand of her snaps.) you can tell me anything you want to.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@petrovarcus the slender length of her finger.) tell me a story. one of your own.

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@petrovarcus (she is not sly enough to do it on purpose, folding the pillow in two beneath the crown of her resting head, blanket left tangled at her waist to worry about in the night. lips purse in an exaggeration of careful consideration, twirling a lone lock of hair until it bites into

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

@petrovarcus (it is warm and inviting, blanket just barely creased before she is climbing up and under. eyes trace the spine of his book, settling on her hip, halfway conscious of the way her cleavage creases, warm skin to warm skin.) d’you ever read stories?