hey hey, @fcedtruth.bsky.social.

distant look and zoned out. apart from being lit, the cigarette in his hand remains untouched. burning for nothing.

battered and bruised, haven’t slept in almost twenty four hours …… god, if you’re up there, just strike me down already.

All worlds begin in darkness. And all so end. The heart is no different. Darkness sprouts within it, grows, consumes it. Such is its nature. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came. You see, darkness is the heart’s true essence.

—💗: pls go follow my carol i have only prn bots following her rn im scared i didnt know those existed here @binaryblasts.bsky.social

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❝ BEFORE THE DARKNESS SNUFFS OUT THE FINAL ⠀ STAR. ❞ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

hell yeah, thanks man. are they chocolate ?

uhh … yep. i do.

Every moment, every breath, contains a choice. But life is imperfect. We make the wrong choices. So we end up living in a state of perpetual regret, and is there anything worse?

… what, exactly?

i’m goth and have fangs is that good enough.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ DIDㅤ * ( ᵧ𝚘ᵘ )ㅤ HEARㅤ THATㅤ .ᐣ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

… not really. devika’s having me watch this show with her when neither of us are busy. that’s keeping me pretty un - bored.

guess that does check out, yeah …

ah, aren’t you lucky. it is beautiful, isn’t it ? enjoy. (😒)

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huh ? c’est dans paris ? pourquoi ?

fast asleep on a web hammock.

uhh … yup. sure am. ???

wow, i’ve never felt more appreciated.

take your luck back, then. my name isn’t parker. yeah. it hurt.

i think along with all the weird spider powers came bad luck. i almost broke my nose by hitting my head on my desk when i sneezed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

sneezed so hard i hit my head on my desk and my nose started bleeding. yeah things are great. thanks for asking.

yeah.

did not.

did not.

i didn’t even say that. i cant judge your jokes because you can’t even remember them.

well that’s not my fault.

it’s called building antici ……………..

god, my back.

who’s there.

wow, that maybe is real assuring. thanks.

i just get worried my webs wont stick to anything. and then i’ll go splat.

sat on the wall, mask pulled up just enough to expose his mouth. a cigarette rests between the middle and pointer finger of his left hand, smoke curling into the night air from his lips. a long night —— and it’s only just beginning.

been there.

eh. i’m not super picky. raspberries are my enemy.

were you expecting something specific?

coffee and a cigarette for breakfast —— good morning.

you’re very welcome. raspberries.

for that, you’re stronger than most of humanity, i think.

dude …… i’m so sorry.

that sounds disgusting. please never mention those again.