𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗋𝗌 . retweeted
i’ve been seeing your ghost again. it has no intention of being gone, and i have no intention of letting it go.
𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗋𝗌 . retweeted
when i thought you died, my heart did too. i pulled it out of my chest and buried it six feet under, hoping it could find you once again.
𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗋𝗌 . retweeted
for the longest time, i saw myself as a bad person. you don't know how much it meant to me when you looked at me and could see the good.
𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗋𝗌 . retweeted
“I see you everywhere, in the stars,
in the river, to me you’re everything
that exists.”
— Virginia Woolf “Night and Day”
exhaustion clings to huntress as she stumbled into kitchen . much needed cup of coffee poured before she took up refuge on the porch .
/ thinking about mary and leather 🥵
mare.xn--6ii/ thinking about s14 mary and thinking about her growing out her hair and thinking about her pink eyeshadow and thinking about her wardrobe expanding from flannel and thinking about her and thinking about her and thinking about her and thinking about her
𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . blood within her body turns to a boil , hand curling into a fist . there is so much rage within her , trying to erase the hurt but that lasts very little . everything could be ready through her eyes . heart -
weighs heavily within her chest , almost suffocating . could she truly blame elisabet from forming that conclusion when they'd been nothing more than casual ? despite this fact , this implication , mary found herself yearning for more -





























