โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ahey, ๐saac . . .
. . .๏น ๏น ๏น โโโ ๏ผธ๏ผฉ๏ผถ !
โ the day they loaded ๐oahโs arc,
they wrapped an anchor around my
arm โ s and dared me to swim . โ
rising from the ashes, #phoenix.
โ โ
||. More like my desire to be here is
constantly on a thread. So whenever
you tell me to leave Iโm just like, โeh,
you think I wonโt? Iโve been LOOKING
for an excuseโ.
You always give me one.
โ โ
โ โ
@bruisedmorality โ โ
. . . stated dryly. taking a few
moments to indulge in small
spaces betwixt them before pulling
the dagger from itโs resting place,
and retreating back to his own
realm of comfortability.
โ โ
โ โ
pale fingers danced with a
dagger โโ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ, metallic.
twirling amongst his fingertips.
his lips; แด สส ๏น แดสแดแดแดแดแด ,
would release the softest of
melodies in . . .
โ โ
@bruisedmorality โ โ
. . . cosmic combustion painted
across the seven seas. one that
he has died every night for. just
to be reborn at @bruisedmoralityโs
call in the morning. โ didnโt seem
to bother you before. โ he . . .
โ โ
โ โ
a yawn breaks through the cracks
of his lips. he extends his arms
into a stretch whilst propping his
feet onto the coffee table.
๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ or sleep, a question that
puzzles him.
โ โ
โ โ
โ โ
. . . again. โ the defeat, the agony
that rattled his tonality with
trembled vocals. they symbolized
desperation for @bruisedmorality,
the desire to be close, the crave
to ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ without . . .
โ โ
โ โ