ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴜᴍʙꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ... // 13 years, three trains, two buses, and a boat brought Helena Bishop to the doorstep of 35 Portland Row. Behind its darkwood door lies a fate even someone as clever and cruel as them are sure to struggle with, and yet, despite everything telling them n...
❝ He traces road maps of blue veins on my skin, talks about hungry I make him, that he'd eat me if he could. I wordlessly offer him my arm. Go ahead. He gives it only a soft-mouthed bite, but I would probably let him tear me apart. I'd let him do anything.❞ 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 �...
Divenire (Italian, intrenitive verb): to become or grow to be. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨- Josephine Sebastian-Achilles Sallow is many things. The Western Woods have been myth to them for as long as they can remember. A land of fiction, fairy tales strewn across r...
"I know you want to think they're a good person. People always do. But the truth of the matter is: they're not, and they never have been, and they never will be." // 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭-- Jolyne wears a heavy coat. Time has treated them cruelly, marring their features with scars and blood. Ti...