zero fucks

      if   rage   hadn’t   eradicated  the   ability   to   produce   tears   the   waterworks   would   making   hot   saline   drawl   down   the   curvature   of   her   cheek   and   stain   obsidian   residue   from   thickly   lacquered   lashes.      but   all   that can be seen is red.   in   a   complete   haze   where   there   was   no   other   feeling   than   the   rage   caught   like   a   bull   in   the   middle   of   her   chest.   and      the   crescents   engraved   to   her   palms   grow   deeper,   to   the   point   where   she   doesn’t   even   notice   that   the   skin   is   breaking.      ❝   you   fucking   knew   and   did   it   anyways.  FUCK.   you.   cassie.     ❞    

#firstoffew   → independent  & private exploration of euphoria’s  𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑧. adored by  𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒆. open to plotting & triggering content. viewer is advised.