‍ ‍* 𝓛𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖭𝖦 ‍ ᴰ̲ᴱ̲ᴬ̲ᴰ̲ ‍ ᵎᵎ ‍ ‍

my  hands  could  not, would  not, grasp  for  your  fleeting  memory  no  longer, i  knew  that  well;  and  so  i  could  only  watch  you  leave again, caught  between  the  veil  only  we  could  know, hostages  of  that  delicate  in-between  of  better  days  to  come

⠀ shedding ⠀ skin ⠀ , 𝖘uccumb ⠀ ⠀ 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭 ⠀ . . . this⠀ ᴍ͟ᴀ͟ᴄ͟ʜ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ᴇ͟ ⠀ is ⠀ obsolete.

normalize being so in love with me u compare me to the moon

// u know what they say fight and make out

// 🤺🤺