Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you see me Your broken, corrupted child of light But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death I craved the cruel shadows of the night Mother, the god of...
"What, you don't think I'm a bad boy?" "We're in an camp for delinquents. They're all bad boys here." FIRST BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES
"вιтcн, do ι looĸ lιĸe a вaвyѕιттer тo yoυ?!" "jυѕт тaĸe care oғ тнeм υnтιl ι ғιnd тнe cυre, pleaѕe", нe deмanded. "yoυ вeттer pay мe нoe!" ▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ yeet █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁ warnings: •color language •slightly sad themes •fluff •crackhead moments •lowercase intended •dark mode recommended!! ▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ yeet █ ▇ ▆ ▅...