𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ʰᵃⁿᵈ .ᐟ

is there really any value to this thing you call living?

my longing is disfigured and grotesque. i will hold onto you so tightly that my nails will dig into your skin and i will kiss you so desperately that i will draw blood.

does a nap not get to come in there somewhere?

free hand came up to pat softly at rook’s face, fingers caressing skin with a deft touch. ‘ even in the quiet, there is room for trouble. ’ sly grin crept onto neve’s face. ‘ especially when you’re around. ’

the face of a woman who has heard enough yapping for three hundred lifetimes.

subtle roll of the eyes as detective leans back against the library’s green couch, ‘ you know i always do, trouble. ’

hello, sparrow.

contrary to popular belief, i am still alive

is she, now? should they test that theory?