I  WILL  NEVER  SLEEP  AGAIN.

𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 ,    ᵒᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ   31st.     — -       ⁽ ᵉˢᵗ  ’19 ⁾           ᴴᴵᴰᴰᴱᴺ   ᴵᴺ   ᵀᴴᴱ    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 . . .      ᶦˢ   ᵗʰᵉ   element,    ʷᵃᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ   ᵗᵒ   ˢ͟ᵗ͟ʳ͟ᶦ͟ᵏ͟ᵉ͟   ˡᶦᵏᵉ    𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌   —    ᴮᵁᵀ    i’m   ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ   𝑡𝑜𝑜.                                                                                   𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚.    

you give me too much credit but thank you so much. ❤️

❛❛    𝒔orry.    ❜❜  the antiseptic is acid on bruised flesh,    SEPTEMBER 8TH   —— choking bacteria under a translucent film;    a bouquet of contusions spring in arrangements,  cherry roses snuffed under the white blanket over his eye.   ❛❛   i keep messing up...   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, i'm not ready yet.  ❜❜ ( dehydrated blood sludges out of his lips,    like milkshake through a paper straw.    ) her voice is nostalgic, a high note missing from his discordant concert.    blood fills his mouth; cement amidst the cracks of his chipped porcelain,    𝒉e spits, and it's the color of an oil spill.  ❛❛ thank you for not saying anything to alfred.    i'm an adult, and i'm still sneaking around.    𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝, isn't it .ᐣ    just— goddamn pitiful.   ❜❜ frozen in time. they are eternal companions.    ❛❛ it's just this fight club. supposed to be an outlet.   ❜❜ 🙴 his feelings are an orgy of shame and disgust—    in a limbo of ego death,    he can't even look her in the eye.  ❛❛      ...    i'll be better,    i'm sorry.      ❜❜

yeah this is what we’re still on w this revamp ❤️‍🔥