𝗔𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗦; 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗨𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧.
color my sorrow a shade of wine
dress my wounds in gold leaves
and give me a taste of your divinity
"THE BITTER SPIDER SITS AND SITS IN THE CENTER OF HER LOVELESS SPOKES."
(Sylvia Plath)
|| Jujutsu Kaisen ||
|| Nanami Kento x F!OC ||
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