liberty is a fragile, newfound benediction. the lamb once shackled within the pen now ventures forth to test the open field. [ she is a creature of nascent breath / unaware of the dangers lurking in tall grass. ] the brightest effulgence dances ‘pon her lips,
; @oblatoryewe
happiness found in food is no stranger to jabber wonger. nah, you love cake just as much as any old folk here.
how you acquired the one, protected by plastic, that you're balancing on your head?
duh. that's your secret ~
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to swallow.
she spins ‘pon her heels to confront the architect of her misfortune, her visage marred by the sting of her lost treasure. “amo’s dessert is ruined now!” the huff is laden with childlike ire. she refuses to consecrate the truth of his intervention ;
𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 … the phantom of purity & clinging to a corpse. the sacrificial lamb. the role of a doll in a monsters playhouse. ribbon—stitched horror. the dread of the perfect void. obsession & the starvation for touch. & does the delusion outweigh the isolation?