╱ 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽.

˚.*࿐ your kiss is a sacred kind of sigil ; the pull of the moon can’t compare to 𝒚𝒐𝒖, @vileinvocations.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

i was trapped in that nightmare, shaking, trembling, terrified, afraid, scared. my nightmare didn't happen just once.

[╱ 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽. @macabreadmirer]

( butterflies swarm her chest upon noticing the dip of his gaze. she leans in a little closer, lashes fluttering in enraptured mirth. )

and charming, if we’re keeping track. ~

[๋࣭ ⭑ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟɪꜱᴛ ̗̀➛ @thequietcrow]

(grin: practically beaming. touch is allowed for a moment before he twirls a red curl with his finger. eyes flit between her eyes and the curl on her lips.) you callin' me *special, curly?

[╱ 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽. @macabreadmirer]

@PlZZAWHAT / ily hek

[╱ 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽. @macabreadmirer]

/ no I really love always feeling like a bother to everyone I talk to and interact with really ☺️☺️☺️

[Zu37298 @Zu_37298]

😈
#DeadbyDaylight

[╱ 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽. @macabreadmirer]

@thequietcrow — fair?

“were they still there when you . . ?” her voice is small, “how did 𝘺𝘰𝘶 escape?” she catches herself then, with a shuddering intake of breath and shake of her head. “sorry. I’m sorry. . about all the questions. if it’s too much, you don’t have to go into detail.”

[╱ 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽. @macabreadmirer]

@thequietcrow — honestly a wonder she hasn’t cried her contacts out yet.

that survivor’s guilt gnaws at her again, a raw and still-bleeding wound. she was the reason her two best friends had even ended up in the fog to begin with, yet she was the one who had reclaimed freedom. how was that —

[𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 ⏾ @gh0stfacegf]

my love language is writing poetry and moon gazing together