i'll steal the stars.

i heard that more than ninety percent of the ocean remains undiscovered, so maybe that’s where i am. maybe that’s where i’ll find myself.

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I'll burn the bridge when I get to it [dead blog]

Call it love,
or call it murder,
kill me quietly.
Written by Hibe.「 Indie OC blog 」

tttraitre:

      It was a momentary victory that she feels before regret seeps within her, rooting itself within her bones. Life before was merely a memory. Repetition of the thought was her only source of justification of her actions, examination of her hunched form only increasing the frequency of her silent repetition. There is guilt for harming her, yet there appeared to be nothing but a calm fury within her, & there is only a flicker of surprise portrayed briefly upon her face. 

          ❝ You gonna stab me? ❞

      _{“No. I won’t give you that satisfaction just yet.”}

     

      _{She’s on the offense, her sword is nothing but a steel guard to the shots the blood-boiling former lover would come and anticipate all the more. Ebony brows have burrowed themselves, her expression practically cracking the soft of her skin, her feelings are twisted. She never expected to see her again, but then again, here we are. Anger and a certain masochistic enjoyment of fighting had given her a delectable feeling. Every sensible thought brewing together and becoming all the more of a nightmare.}

     _"Though…

     

      _{“What if I did?”}