ofaither - 🧀 and 🍚!!!!!!
🧀 and 🍚!!!!!!

here i am, 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒, waiting for 𝐘𝐨𝐮 to find me.

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* Starter Call, Accepting. ( @darknessfreed )

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @darknessfreed​ )

                "  did  you  really  steal  that  stuff  from  t.j.  maxx?  "    whispering,  curled  up  by  the  fire  under  a  blanket  she  had  brought  from  home,  completely  unaware  how  much  she  would  need  it.  she  had  never  realized  how  ridiculous  she  sounded,  not  that  the  Lord  was  ridiclous,  just  that  He  wouldn't  want  her  to  blame  herself  for  a  plane  crash  because  she  swore,  in  her  head.  cunt.  boom,  plane  explosion.  she  almost  laughs.  it's  still  wrong  to  swear,  but  God  wouldn't  want  this.  He  loves  her,  He  loves  all  of  them.  even  sinners,  even  saints.    "  i  ...  i  know  sometimes  the  ...  the  other  girls,  they  make  fun  of  me,  but  it  ...  not  you,  you  never  have.  i've  never  felt  so  close  to  them,  since  just  now.  "


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2 years ago

“Laura Lee died because the forest didnt want her to leave”

Laura Lee died because she was the last straw of Lottie’s sanity. She stopped the seance, she gave Lottie stability and hope. Laura Lee was not only the “innocent” of the group, but the first one for Lottie to trust. Lottie followed her not the other way around. So how does a forest who wants a Queen get one? Kill her heart.


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2 years ago

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @slaughtyr​ )

                "  we  used  to  be  good.  "    she  sobs  into  her  hands,  the  first  thing  she's  felt  in  weeks  besides  numbness,  blistering  cold.  and  it's  this.  some  wild  thing  thrashing  in  her.  she  begs  it  to  stop,  to  quiet,  to  sleep.  sleep  like  jackie,  gone  into  a  cold  winters  night.    "  we  used  to  be  good-  we're  sinners,  we're  hungry,  i  see  it  every  night,  ever  since-  ever  since-  "    javi  gone,  misty's  mushrooms,  a  downpour  of  hellfire  from  the  sky.  she  talks  to  Him,  every  night,  but  nothing  since  then.  it's  like  ...  He's  gone.  but  it's  thoughts  like  those  that  keep  them  here.  it's  her  that  keeps  them  here.  her  throat  aches,  peels  like  dried  paint  and  cracks  like  forgotten  wood.  when  was  the  last  time  she'd  spoken?  to  anyone?  maybe  she  had  fallen  asleep  like  jackie,  like  javi.  somewhere  deep  in  the  snow  and  they'd  all  forgotten.    "  what's  wrong  with  us?  "


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