‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘢 ⠀𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ 𝘢 ⠀𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ 𝘢 ⠀𝘧𝘰𝘦 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ you are not LOST my child …
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀you’re merely * wandering in
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ search of the path that only I
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ can show you.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

⠀ ⠀⠀i’m the bridge between what was and
⠀ ⠀⠀what will be. do you dare cross it with
⠀ ⠀⠀me?

[‍ ‍ՙ 𝕾𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝕿𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 ‍, ♱ @hellslyrics]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I don't want to be fixed , stop trying .ᐟ

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

⠀
christian sits alone in the greenhouse, trimming the stem of a rose with a folding knife that glints in the humid sunlight. he doesn’t look up when he hears footsteps behind him.
⠀

[ً @aslovewept]

me & my guilt.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

/ what if Christian was to start coming to the cities and buying companies 🤔 monopolising properties, almost a slight mafia vibe but just son of Lucifer

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

⠀

hours. eyes fixed on the treeline.
⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

⠀
night swallows the woods, save for the flickering perimeter lights. christian sits on the roof of the grain storehouse, rifle resting across his lap, legs crossed like he’s meditating instead of guarding.

he’s been up there for ➝
⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ꙳ ‍ ‍ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ‍ ‍ 𝓒͟𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 @ofkansasteel]

⠀
⠀ 𝗂’𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗏𝖾
⠀ 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 * 𝖜𝖗𖦹𝖓𝖌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆͟𝖾. 𝗂
⠀ 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀
⠀ 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 ﹠ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡𝘩.
⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

expression—something that might’ve once been pain, but has long since settled into acceptance.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

christian doesn’t answer right away. just watches him, eyes tracing the way his thumb presses into the bruise like it belongs there. there’s no disapproval in his face—just something still. “then let it stay.”

his voice is soft, almost ⠀ ➝

[ִ ۫ ּ ⸝⸝ ᴛ͟ʜ͟ᴇ 𓂃༝ 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢𝖈 . ֺּׅ𓏽 @rotcrawl]

» i don't . «

head fully tipped to the
side , blue of his eyes
still trained down on the
bruise and how the skin
dips underneath his finger .

» i like it . «
a more absentminded murmur,
eyes barely lifting while he
presses thumb against the

→

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

warm. not coaxing, not questioning. just a quiet allowance.

he shifts slightly, the fabric of his coat brushing as he moves, eyes never leaving the boy. “sometimes it’s not about the pain. it’s the proof.”

there’s a flicker in his ⠀ ➝

[darling、 dearest . @rebloomng]

you were the blood in all my poems.

[‎،̲ ࣪˖ 𝓵𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 .ᐟ ‧₊˚ @FACILEAMARE]

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[‍ ‍ՙ 𝕾𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝕿𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 ‍, ♱ @hellslyrics]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀would you love me more if I killed someone for you ? would you hold my hands ? they're the same ones that I used . . when I killed someone for you .

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

@WEIRDADD1CTNS / i’d love that!

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

/ someone spare this boy some interactions?

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

@rotcrawl / hi, hi 👉🏽👈🏽 I would love