͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓛 ’𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑶͏ ˖ ͏ ͏

[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓛 ’𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑶͏ ˖ ͏ ͏ @arleqinu]

https://t.co/IdGFKXsMuG

[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓛 ’𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑶͏ ˖ ͏ ͏ @arleqinu]

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@innamoratui

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[‍ ‍ ‍໑ * ‍ ﹟ ‍𝐋𑁤𝗩𝙴 ‍ ‍𝚂𝚃͟𝚁͟𝚄͟𝙲͟𝙺 ‍ @suchardour]

they looks like a religious icon，like someone you’d sacrifice yourself for．

[ᅟᅟskullcrusher, @sainticide]

if only my heart were as cold as i pretend it is. maybe then i could get over this.

[🛌 archive @bedriddenbot]

childhood is this: you suffer,
you hate,
you forget.
you forget what it was but you never forget how it felt.
you still hate and you still
hunger for revenge.
you didn’t think you would
feel this way.

[‍‍ ‍富人, ‍‍ ‍﹙ 𝙸𝚇. ﹚ @moraconomy]

https://t.co/35uknL6AE3

[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓛 ’𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑶͏ ˖ ͏ ͏ @arleqinu]

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company might just be what he is looking for in these dark hours. extending an invitation, “ 𝘴hall i brew you some tea? ”

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[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓛 ’𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑶͏ ˖ ͏ ͏ @arleqinu]

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𝓪n overfamiliar tone presents itself at his door. faint, almost singsong. turn of the head, gaze upon the feathers swaying in the breeze. simple and quick acknowledgment of the late-night (sudden yet welcome) visitor, “ columbina. ”

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[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓓̲𝑨𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬 ˖ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ @innamoratui]

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𝓫aring airy steps upon @arleqinu’s chamber, delicate feathers peeking through inviting doorframe, silk of nightgown flaccid amidst cold, midnight environs. all tangled hair and the absence of drowsiness, sweet, “ 𝒊 can’t s͟leep. ”

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[﹒ 𝔴𝗁��𝗍𝖾 ⭒ 𝕷𝙸͟𝙻͟𝚈﹒ @dawnfiower]

https://t.co/AL2dm65yNf

[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝓓̲𝑨𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬 ˖ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ @innamoratui]

https://t.co/EpexpMdszf