#shewoe

                             @shewoe​:          ♡       for       starter.

——         @shewoe​:          ❝  i’ve     always    felt    like     a     stranger     in     my    skin.  ❞           𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓     𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊     that     falls     without     a     second     thought     from     her     lips.     call     it     one     of     her     shortcomings     —     a     lack     of     a     filter.     normally,     the     first     thing     that’s     on     her     mind     is     what     slips     from     her     mouth,     no     regard     to     how     it     may     sound     until     the     words     escaped.        ❝  you’d     think     that     would     be     hard,     considering     there’s     at     least     three     other     people     who     look     exactly     like     you.  ❞        whoops.     she     purses     her     lips     as     soon     as     she     speaks,     as     though     she’s     forbidding     any     other     thoughts     to     break     out     without     her     permission.     she     passes     it     off     with     a     light-hearted     laugh,     a     look     of     sudden     sympathy     abruptly     flooding     light     blue     eyes.        ❝  sorry,     bad     joke.     i     tend     to     talk     more     than     i     need     to     in     serious     conversations.  ❞        an     honest     apology,     paired     with     a     sigh.     all     humor     aside,     it     must     be     difficult     to     have     people     who     have     your     exact     features     and     completely     different     personalities.     it     must     make     your     own     body     feel     ...     FOREIGN.        ❝  i     feel     the     same     way     sometimes.     being     dead     and     all.     it     doesn’t     even     feel     like     i’m     me     sometimes.  ❞

☣.•°* 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒┆ “  @shewoe​  /  accepting

the most i can do for anyone is hold them as they die.

𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋;   silent;   she’s cursed.  death runs through her veins,    --------     she can still hear her mother saying it,   cursed from the very day she was born.   everything she touches turns to dust.      ❛    you think someone will do the same for you ?   no one deserves to die alone    ❜       she says,   fingers wrap and twirl the rosary that hangs from her hands   

❛   𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 …  ❜     ———  she trails off all the while crossing her arms around her chest and looking down at the girl     ❛      look  …     ❜       the brunette swallows a heavy intake of air as if trying to gather some composure,    as if to hold onto the remaining bits of patience she had left        ❛      i really want to help you,    but first I need you to tell me qué chingados is going on with you and that mysterious someone      ❜     

              head tilts to a side,  hazels remain fixated on those of her circumstantial companion as lips are tightly pursed and turn into a thin line    ❛     help me understand,   ¿si?    ❜  

        ❝  i’m         ❞        another apology almost fell from her lips before she stopped herself. normally a p o l o g i z i n g helped alleviate whatever tension had sparked, except now it seemed that the act would only further annoy the other woman. sansa shifted on her feet. COURTESY normally prepared her for all situations but never one where her reliance on them were questioned, even frowned upon. weren’t people supposed to like hearing pleasing words?          ❝  it’s a habit. ❞