❝ 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕥
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟
𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 ❞
vent , maybe?
❝ It felt good to be cruel. I let it wash over me like a warm black bath. ❞
— Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞
— Sylvia Plath