𝖘𝖍𝖊

𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓y 𝕠𝕟𝕖,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 
𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 
𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥

Y'all this is NOT where I vent out my depression(well maybe), so don't get to stuffy around this virtual room I accommodate. 

*𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔
*𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
*𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
*𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
*𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕-𝒚
*𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒖𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔
*𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚

currently working my way around darkling fanfic