‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn

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[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

⠀⠀࿐ LITTLE GIRL ?! … I’M 4’7

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

then you can be my teacher and nothing more."

The next words followed quickly, too quickly. She had to force them out before the lie could root too deeply on her tongue. "I don't want you as a mom if you're not perfect, anyway."

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

When Belladonna felt upset, poison spitting from her in sharp little bursts that made others wary, the energy was impossible to come down from. Unless she was placated with something equally as sweet as she pretended to be, she could easily rage all night. It was a predictable +

[【𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥】 @GrowsintheShade]

good mom in thirteen minutes, Bella... especially if I couldn’t do it in thirteen years.”

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

arms, feeling the sting of her nails, which must have been cutting into her palms by now with the force of her grip. When her earlier injury stung and reopened, she only dug into her palm harder. Later, she would have to fix the band-aid herself.

"If you're truly 'not ready', +

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀&&.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[‍ ‍ՙ 𝕾𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝕿𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 ‍, ♱ @hellslyrics]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀my thorns will only cut you my darling .

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

⠀⠀࿐ @GrowsintheShade .

[‍ ‍ՙ 𝕾𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝕿𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 ‍, ♱ @hellslyrics]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I want to 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍 𝒖𝒑 into your arms and * 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒑 .

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

@GrowsintheShade / my GOD, my heart. 😭

[【𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥】 @GrowsintheShade]

¬ @thornedspawn

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

You're my mom... why shouldn't I expect you to act like it?"

She jumped to her feet with sudden vigour, a scowl firmly slotting into place. Dried eyes burned through hazel, unrelenting.

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

Real, raw emotions had been tugged up from deep beneath old soil, their roots catching on the way. The feelings were unsettling. Belladonna had never been taught how to tend real emotions (much like the rapidly-withering plants her mother sent). She had only ever experienced +

[【𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥】 @GrowsintheShade]

physically steady herself with the corner of the wire bed frame.

“I never did.” the muted finality to those words held no excuse, no reasoning, no blame. Just quiet acceptance that betrayed her lips.

"I don't know how to be the person you've built up in your head, Bella."

[‍ ‍ ‍彡 thornhill’s spawn @thornedspawn]

Her mother's face was as adept at masking as her own.

"You're my mom. Even if you don't want me to call you it... it's what you are." Annoyance shifted in her tone. "Stop blaming me." The rising whine slipped out unplanned, no part of her act. "I haven't built up anything. +