ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ.

ㅤ˗ˏˋ ✞ ˎˊ˗ㅤㅤbecause ㅤit'sㅤ 𝑚𝑦 ㅤ𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 ;ㅤmake ㅤ𝑚𝑦 ㅤ𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 ㅤㅤ𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 ㅤㅤwith ㅤㅤREGRET,ㅤㅤ forgeㅤ yourㅤ 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, ㅤㅤ&ㅤㅤ digㅤ itㅤㅤ 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑.
ㅤㅤ

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

I ㅤ 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡, ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe ㅤribcageㅤㅤ clean;ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒉andsㅤㅤㅤ 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤinㅤㅤ 𝑟𝑒𝑑ㅤㅤㅤㅤℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ I swallowㅤ the ㅤㅤmuscleㅤㅤㅤ whole,ㅤㅤ 𖬺 ㅤfeelㅤyourㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑟ℎ𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑚ㅤㅤㅤbecomeㅤㅤ my ㅤㅤ𝑜𝑤𝑛. [ ... ]

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

Oh, ㅤ she ㅤㅤㅤㅤweeps. ㅤ𝓕or ㅤㅤ meㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖬺ㅤㅤㅤ for ㅤㅤmyㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓢 𝑖𝑛𝑠ㅤㅤㅤoh, 𝑀other,ㅤ forgive me, ㅤ oh, ㅤㅤ𝐹atherㅤㅤㅤ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮. ㅤ [ ... ]

[𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 ⏾ @gh0stfacegf]

my kind of plushies

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

kneeling over some unnamed grave, digging her fingers into the fresh dirt.

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

The cemetery offers her a peace that other places rarely provide——perhaps not even the morgue. There is death here too, but she doesn’t have to work.
And for once, she allows herself to indulge in a sin: a cigarette held between her index and middle fingers, »

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

I think it's the leather, over all...

[MR. HAPPY @timeoutroom]

Tell me how.

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠAll his creatures are beautiful, and loved. Happy Sunday. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

•∘˙˚˒ˏ #𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 .ᐟ•∘˙ :ᅠᅠAlicia:

[scotty ꩜ COMMS OPEN! @undeadromxnce]

i wonder if any other organs can make you feel pleasure by touching them and we just wouldn’t know because nobodies ever tried it

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠOh it's okay, she'll be back any other time.

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ᴼ͟ᴴ ‍ ‍‍ ‍𝖒⌖rtis。⋆.⛧ ̊ @hellclerics]

ᅟᅟchurch is * 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹. is there something they need?

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠAll his creatures are beautiful, and loved. Happy Sunday. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ᴼ͟ᴴ ‍ ‍‍ ‍𝖒⌖rtis。⋆.⛧ ̊ @hellclerics]

https://t.co/eSFtA3zSce

[𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘺. @willoughb_y]

— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝘿

📍 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ

ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ #ᴍᴀᴠ

ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ | ʟɪᴛ + ᴅɪꜱ | ꜱᴇᴍɪ | ᴍᴅɴɪ | ɴꜱꜰᴡ

[ً @holyaches]

sometimes i think i deserve bad things because i'm a bad person.

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

She went to the countryside today. She needed to feel at home again. But there's no home anymore.
No one is there.
No one that loves her.

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

I hate you.

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

All settled for a comfy night, for once she doesn't have to be at the morgue .

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

She could leave, but she finds herself drawn in by the librarian’s magnetism, his way of speaking, and the conversation. And inside her, she wonders if this is a mistake, or rather something worse, a sin.

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

Alicia listens to him intently, and as he speaks, her chocolate colored irises seem to light up for a moment, while her smile becomes more genuine than polite.
She rarely meets people who find death fascinating, since people generally avoid the subject and only broach it

[ꉂ 𝓟𝚂𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙾* @paintedgrave]

⠀⠀⠀⠀book within digits, irises scanning over the cover and back——scanning into system as attention traveled back to woman in front of him.

`` morgue ? interesting ... death is such a weird concept. ``

[ᅠᅠᅠᵀᵂᴼ ᅠᅠ𝓗 𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ᅠᅠᏟᎪᏞҒ. @M0RTUUSS]

with sadness when a family member passes away.
She takes the paper bag and nods.
`` Well, it’s certainly interesting. And it’s a job that never ceases to surprise you. It also doesn’t give you much opportunity to talk about it. ´´ A nervous laugh, yet sweet.