𝓢unset bleeds out like a wound maltreated —— beckoning all to admire the art it paints on the horizon, over glistening waters, in the very reflection of eyes, ever consuming &&. ever the sight at seashore.
the devils in the details———she’s on your shoulder, sown into the fine layers of your clothes. she’s in your smile, every little molar. she’s in your home, right beneath the floorboards. she’s anywhere & everywhere.
@deathlesslamb quite gracing over her just yet. “ i pray you will forgive me for coming upstairs first, but it was only to check our— ” oh, 𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐰 he looks : between the gift, her face, back to it. the phoenix 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠. “ did you make this? ” there is an undeniable gentleness to ——