ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ..𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖺𝘁𝗵 𝗆𝖾𝗍ꞅ𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗓ⲓ𝗇𝗍𝗁ⲟ𝗌.

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

⠀𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦,⠀ a ⠀ 𝙼┈┈onst͟e͟r͟⠀ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ⠀ 𝗇𝘰𝗍⠀ 𝐦a𝖉𝐞.

[゛𝑨rchimedes ． @WEIGHTOFHOPE]

⠀⠀⠀
𝗖𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚
/ ˈkʌlɪŋ /
noun : culling
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀1 . the action of sending an
⠀⠀⠀𝐢nferior or 𝒔urplus farm
⠀⠀⠀animal to be s͟l͟a͟u͟g͟h͟t͟e͟r͟ed ..
⠀⠀⠀

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

“  yes.  ” pausing. one second, two, three— “  ..maybe.  ”

[‍ ‍𖤐 ٫ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𝐒𝙲𝙾͜͡𝐑𝐂𝙷𝙴𝐃ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ‍ 𓈒 @deadfailures]

@murkmend

“ is this really gonna' work ? ”

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

think about yourself? in the future. what is it you imagine?  ”

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

breezy scoff slips past her lips, acknowledging, lighter through the rawness. tension uncoils, a little at a time, coaxed by the warmth of him at her back alone— she hums, noncommittal, distant in how she ₊

[゛𝐑aging ， 𝐑ighteous ． @bornofrage]

⠀
silence stretched between them , thin as breath and heavy as thought . darius watched the curve of her back , the tension gathered tight in her shoulders , the faint ghost of 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𖤠

false , fragile . already cracking at the seams . ⤸
⠀

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

her vision is already used to the dark. or maybe she could tell him apart from anything. one nod, slow and curt, considering his words. it takes a while before she says something back. “  ..do you ever ₊

[ᅟᅟᅟ៹ᅟ 𝗋𝖾𝖽᭤ᅟ𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗡━ ᅟ𓅆ᅟᅟ @CODEXROBIN]

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https://t.co/YMhpRGnj2A

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

⠀⠀⠀ @bornofrage ⠀𝂅𝆹𝅥

[ً @holyaches]

i give myself to you. i long for you; i who usually long without longing， as though i am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy， really， utterly long for every bit of you.

[ً @holyaches]

it is so much safer not to feel， not to let the world touch me.

[ً @holyaches]

mine has been a life of much shame. i can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

though it only half-lands. “  it’s nothing. did i wake you?  ”

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

the air hangs thick with it: fear, indeed. something residual reborn through marrow and memory alike, not new but renewed. centuries, it appears, scouring the same wound again and again and again. she hears ₊

[゛𝐑aging ， 𝐑ighteous ． @bornofrage]

⠀⠀
true sleep was a rarity . mind and body brimming with a barely contained rage . no , it was only in her * 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 that the blessing of rest could be accepted .

it was because of her cooling aura … the darkness she harboured that so perfectly balanced ⤸
⠀⠀

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

comes thin, a little too small. not on purpose by any means. she doesn’t even turn. can’t. if she were to do it, the weight would surely shift, slip, get uglier. rachel swallows and tries for softer, ₊

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

towards them without throwing as little as a proper look at @bornofrage on the bed: averted, distracted, so very 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦.

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

it’s the middle of the night. jolted awake, rachel sits, heart hammering against her ribs, pain shooting through her skull. the nightmare— no, the augury— dragged her up out of sleep, horrors still clawing ₊

[ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ @murkmend]

she takes it all in: bedroom, bunched bedding pooled across her lap, a warm body beside her rattled one. big windows. citylights spilled on the floor. she moves before she can think, ghostlike, shuffling ₊