☆☆ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎-ℱℴ𝓊𝓇 ☆ ☆
“𝖲𝗁౿ ડρ౿ɑƙડ ꪱᜒ𐓣 ડ𝗍ɑ𝗋ᑯυડ𝗍 ɑ𐓣ᑯ ડꪱᜒᥣ౿𐓣ɕ౿—⍵𝗁౿𝗋౿ 𝗁౿𝗋 ડ𝗁ɑᑯ𝗈⍵ 𝖿ɑᥣᥣડ, 𝗍𝗁౿ ɕ𝗈ડო𝗈ડ ᑲ౿𐓣ᑯ.”-𝖬౿
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Writing. Photography. Witchcraft.
Fucked up. Dead inside.
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for innocence needs no crown, no sword, no stage.
Truth rests easily in open hands,
unforced, unproclaimed.
But the guilty—
they choke on their own denial,
shouting purity like a battle cry,
grasping at alibis that crumble in their teeth.
for innocence needs no crown, no sword, no stage.
Truth rests easily in open hands,
unforced, unproclaimed.
But the guilty—
they choke on their own denial,
shouting purity like a battle cry,
grasping at alibis that crumble in their teeth.
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