🪵 “embedded in her soul was the darkest of tragedies — a lost mind wandering dreary storm clouds, desperate for escape and yet all she was was the ink stains on her hands and the words shredded in her mind” ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🕰️ read here:
:･ﾟ｡➷❞ weird but fucking beautiful 💫
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⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌲୭ °˖ ⊹ ꒰ mori + sal ꒱ ♡
Sal watched her for a moment more, before his gaze slid to his own reflection, bouncing back at him through the dimly lit mirror against the wall. His mop of blond hair, the one Mori would reach up on her tip-toes to tousle. His eyes, the same ones Mori had said looked like the ocean. The small scar tracing the arch of his left brow, from Mori’s wicked right-hook. He laughed, low and deep. Mori. He looked at himself, yet all he thought of was her.
+*: ꔫ :﹤♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧·˚ ༘ ₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰ ➳ ✧˚ · . 🪶 ˚ · {🥀} +
₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆the wilds ✨ ‹𝟥
It did not notice until she was a standing corpse, and maybe Sal should have simply slit her throat on that cliff ledge, because as he watched the light of his very being be drained and extinguished, he could not help but feel the urge to let the vines swallow him as well.
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