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[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. until i came here，i thought that was for children; that you grew out of it. but it never really goes away. it’s 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 there underneath. the oldest fear of all.

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@_2O49 / wtf is this...........

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐷꩜𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 。 ‍ @heqlings]

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[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@IVORYANDASH_ / silencing myself forever..........

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@spirallad / of course. <3

[— 𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑹𝒀 . @IVORYANDASH_]

[ @petrovarcus ]

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@IVORYANDASH_ / GORGEOUS. I miss him...

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@extrinsicix / two of my fave Gosling movies... excited. <3 lmk your thoughts.

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@aurigarum grace feels terribly lonely，enough to yield，awkward like his first year in college.) 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦. (his smile betrays too much.) 'm not gonna end up on the news，am i? [...] sorry.

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

there's an eight-legged freak in my apartment. i can't do this. 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠.

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@aurigarum (nightcrawler，he thinks. city slicker and a jack of all trades——𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒. he's hauntingly beautiful. even in the yellowing fluorescent light that doesn't stop buzzing——an emblematic flatline of his current state of affairs.

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@IVORYANDASH_ (shock and awe. grace's spine doesn't leave the wall——fused with the old wallpaper and feeling part of it.) did you get it? (brief pause.) 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦?

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@extrinsicix keep your voice DOWN. [...]

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@SLlCINGS (grace catches them by the slender nape，leashing mister eat-or-be-eaten in place.)

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@aurigarum ...metaphor for safety.) would be weird if i 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 you to.

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@aurigarum (grace feels small，his knowledge of the world reduced to a pinhole，where movies could still make you dream outside of a pixar production. his finger dips into the worn recess in the door jamb，and it all feels like a poorly constructed...

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@IVORYANDASH_ surrendering to the odd charm of henry's impatience and unhooking his ankle from the leg of his stool. "i'm giving up. is it forecast to rain?"

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@IVORYANDASH_ "we still have an hour." it's a weak argument; he knows this like an absolute truth，like he knows tuesday comes after monday. twenty minutes had managed to elude grace——stagnation sizzling at his fingertips. he ditches the empty pipette，

[  exit_  𝑤ound ．  @petrovarcus]

@extrinsicix bedroom. it's in the corner of the ceiling——as big as a yoga ball.