Sometimes to appease A rage that comes in fits, Serious one, you squander Bites within the kiss;

I know I should go but I follow you like a man possessed.

my flame was dim, but not snuffed, i lurk in the blue hot embers left by my skirts along the floor.

# CAINUSLUPOS: indie selective werewolf original muse written by clare. this muse has original lore & is fandomless. ♡ or ↺ is appreciated !! #MVRP #fandomlessRP

- THE VAST WHITE POKEMON .

dancing in the rain.

oh, dear . . .

ex haus ted.

Can I ask... a question? Your friends... What kind of... people are they? I wonder... Do these people... think of you... as a friend?

No, this is right. This was never my story, it's yours.

“Do not worry over it, you deserve compensation for such a kind act,” he insists, gloved hands folding over his skirt. Yvet’s soft hair rests splayed over both shoulders, impossibly thick and curly. He likely had money to spare, but he surely had other reasons for this generosity.

apparently… ghost wifi … is less than ideal …

⛧ ─── ⋆⋅🥀⋅⋆ ─── ⛧ ❝Is this what's left of me? Debilitated life— look back and see nothing but my self wasted. ⠀ Is this what's left of me? What’s left will be destroyed. Is it ever ending, my self-hatred?❞ ⛧ ─── ⋆⋅🪦⋅⋆ ─── ⛧

Eyes the color of licorice met the other’s gaze as Yvet turned. The smaller man’s lace gloved hand met thumb and index to the ten pound note. Yvets soft face didnt turn to see the offered money for a full moment, but finally he did, and a small laugh was elicited from the man. “Oh, dear…” he ++

i like to surround myself in bald men. and flip my hair threateningly at them. jelly, jam, and marmalade. . .

i can’t seem to stop thinking about the dog . . .

" If we share history, then before going forward, I want to know the past." couriersblues.carrd.co

// hi get the actual fuck out of my following, dni ai dni

Oh my. . .

❗ - Solid Snake - - Experienced writer! - Temp Pinned!

Yvet takes a flustered sip of some exotic tea, looking away modestly. “Imprisonment… under the guise of a humble, yet quite haunted, mask…” they tell the mage, crossing his ankles upon the cafe seat. “Of course… this is all menial jargon. . .”

oh no. what did he do. why is she so wonderous at his reaction. “I… have met eye to eye with the de-cloaked mimikyu’s. . . have been trapped under the yamask’s golden claws. . .” Yvet recounted dreamily. “There is. . . not much left to carry the mortal mans fears. . .”

A beat. Soft dark eyes peek up at the offending person. “I’m afraid…” his whispery voice sings, “I do not follow your council, and… I will not dismiss my morning tea… so frivolously. . .” He really doesnt mean to be difficult, but … the lack of public nuisance gives Yvet pause.