†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜．

⸻⸻i’ll⠀⠀find⠀⠀a⠀⠀way,⠀⠀𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆⠀⠀𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍⠀⠀𝒐𝒓⠀⠀𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚⠀⠀𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓．

[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

ᴾᔆᴬᴸᴹᔆ ²³:⁴ [...] “and my mind, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙣, 𝗍͟𝗁͟𝖾͟𝗒͟ ͟ ͟ 𝖼͟𝗈͟𝗆͟𝖿͟𝗈͟𝗋͟𝗍͟ ͟ ͟ 𝗆͟𝖾͟. because i know i'll ｋｉｌｌ my enemies 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.

[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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@maryscross
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[⅋ᅠᅠ𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝗒͟𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗋 𝑫𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹. @vaingloire]

“ i hate you . and i love you . ' cause i can 't —- i can 't help it . you 're my mom . and i understand ' cause i have made deals to save the ones i love more than once . i forgive you . i forgive you . for all of it . everything . ”

[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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# 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 ...
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴, 𝙺𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙰𝚂
𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟻, 𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟾 𝙰𝙼

silence lays steadily, dissipating at the edge of town where robert plant laments behind closed, darkened doors, and jimmy page carries it on a riff, out into the night.
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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… 𝘵͟𝘩͟𝘳͟𝘦͟𝘦͟. glancing at zeppelin, he nods his head; and the shepherd seeks @maryscross.
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘
ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ᛫᛫᛫ @WrittenToDie

⠀⠀⠀﹙ ᔆᴹᔆ ﹚ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙱𝚞𝚌-𝚎𝚎’𝚜?
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

@cemcterygates https://t.co/wUFUpyw4SI finally, john with something worse than dean drinking his coffee directly from the pot.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

my daddy taught me to shoot. for the longest while, i imagined all my prey with his face. made it easier. hunter's guilt and hunter's rage go hand—in—hand like that.

[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝; turning toward the witch, 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱. “how bad’s the damage? you get a look?”
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰𝙷, 𝙶𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝙰
𝙰𝚄𝙶𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝟿, 𝟽:𝟺𝟽 𝙿𝙼

𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴, the pull he felt to the river; and oh, how it burrowed, leaving the victim’s home, driving unto the scene of the crime. he thought, […]
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

then the sliver of … [𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴,] when they arrived.

│ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳.

lungs burn with smoke and cinder. with a sharp inhale, a flick of his wrist, […]
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[†    𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ﹠ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜． @gunscomfort]

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𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, his footfall, through the room and behind the couch as he settles atop its frame. bottle lent in offering, he cranes forward. “𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗻, huh. what’s got you hitting th’ books?”
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[𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄. @WrittenToDie]

tucked under several blankets while brushes up on her enochian.