Na razrusha'ya.๏ปฟ I am not ruined. ๏ปฟE'ya razrushost๏ปฟ. I am ruination.
Grief had its own life, took its own sustenance.
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.
Just because you escape one trap, doesn't mean you will escape the next.
I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.