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𝗖𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚
/ ˈkʌlɪŋ /
noun : culling
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⠀⠀⠀1 . the action of sending an
⠀⠀⠀𝐢nferior or 𝒔urplus farm
⠀⠀⠀animal to be s͟l͟a͟u͟g͟h͟t͟e͟r͟ed ..
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“ yes. ” pausing. one second, two, three— “ ..maybe. ”
breezy scoff slips past her lips, acknowledging, lighter through the rawness. tension uncoils, a little at a time, coaxed by the warmth of him at her back alone— she hums, noncommittal, distant in how she ₊
her vision is already used to the dark. or maybe she could tell him apart from anything. one nod, slow and curt, considering his words. it takes a while before she says something back. “ ..do you ever ₊
ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ retweeted
͏ ͏ ͏⠀⠀˖ ﹠̲⠀ ⠀ 𝒚𝗈𝗎⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝖼𝖺𝗇︐ 𝗍⠀
⠀⠀ #⃝𝒌𝐢𝐥𝐥⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ me⠀ ⠀ ⠀⨾⠀
⠀⠀i ︐m⠀ ⠀ not⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐚͟𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆⠀.
⠀⠀⠀ @bornofrage ⠀𝂅𝆹𝅥
ᴼᴴ⸴ ♱ 𝐫𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇⁎ retweeted
mine has been a life of much shame. i can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.
the air hangs thick with it: fear, indeed. something residual reborn through marrow and memory alike, not new but renewed. centuries, it appears, scouring the same wound again and again and again. she hears ₊
comes thin, a little too small. not on purpose by any means. she doesn’t even turn. can’t. if she were to do it, the weight would surely shift, slip, get uglier. rachel swallows and tries for softer, ₊
it’s the middle of the night. jolted awake, rachel sits, heart hammering against her ribs, pain shooting through her skull. the nightmare— no, the augury— dragged her up out of sleep, horrors still clawing ₊
she takes it all in: bedroom, bunched bedding pooled across her lap, a warm body beside her rattled one. big windows. citylights spilled on the floor. she moves before she can think, ghostlike, shuffling ₊
towards them without throwing as little as a proper look at @bornofrage on the bed: averted, distracted, so very 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦.













