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                    slightly  calloused  fingertips  grazed  along  his  bloodied  lips,  emerald  hues  locked  onto  hers.    (  the  same  ones  that  held  his   BLACKENED  HEART   or  what  was  left  of  it.  )    it  was  a  wicked  game  of  their  sanity.  the  longer  he  tried  to  fix  things,  the  stupider  he  felt  but  somehow,  he  still  fought.  regardless  of  how   FUCKED  UP   they  were,  it  was  fate;  even  if  she  pushed  the  idea  aside  countless  times.    ❛  you  know,  the  more  you   IGNORE  ME,   the  more  annoyin’  i’m  going  to  be,  lith.  ❜    she  could  throw  as  many  punches  as  she  wanted  to   SCARE  HIM  OFF   or  show  him  strong  she  was  without  him.  there  he  was,  still  standing  before  her   —   bloodied  lip  and  all.  his  infamous,  sarcastic  chuckle  fell  between   lips  to  mask  the  tension  his  body  held  so  dear.    ❛  punch  me,  kick  me,  fuckin’   SLICE  ME  OPEN   for  all  i  care.  guess  where  i’m  gonna  be  standing  ?  right  here.  ❜  //  @litharinia 

Blood stained your hands where

❛ the DEVIL is real. and he's not a little red man with horns. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. ❜

holy rosaries once touched

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est: Dec. 12. 2016

but the darkness. the smell of death.
oh, how it made you feel at home.

Created + Narrated by: Shay