Sin título

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔥 𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥’𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫? 𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔥 𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥’𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫? 𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.

“ 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰.” — 𝔍.ℜ.ℜ. 𝔗𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔫

ℑ𝔫 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰, 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔤𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰, 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔒𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰.

𝔗𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔭 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔫. 𝔗𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔊𝔬𝔡.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢.

ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔳 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔳 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔳 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰…

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʟᴀᴄʜɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ. sᴋɪɴᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ʀᴀɴᴄʜ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ Gᴏᴅ’s ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ. ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ Wᴏʀsᴇ.

Now I find Myself In this Hell of my own design And I Decline A punishment of the divine

october_midnight ~ the sum of all parts

oh how i dream of gloomy days

october_midnight ~ will it feel like this forever?

thewiccanforestwitch ~ ℑ 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡, ℑ 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡

gorgo.neon ~ plague

hematophagous_ ~ The day of penance for all mankind.

Even Shadows Need Time Away From the Light

𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊.