{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3

Oi, cnts... Yeah. I knew that would get your attention. Relax. If you're looking for hope, you're in the wrong place. I don't even know why you clicked on this. I didn't invite you. But here you are. So congrats-you're stuck. I'm Isaiah. I overthink everything, I joke through stuff I probably shouldn't, and yeah... girls wanna fuck me, boys wanna be me. By the end, you'll probably want a piece of me too. Maybe. Or hate me. Depends on how lucky you feel. This isn't about fixing shit. It's about surviving it. Friends fuck up, I clean it up, and we all pretend we're fine because actually dealing with life? Nah. Parties turn into problems. Problems turn into secrets. Secrets turn into things you only say when it's already too late. Read it. Don't read it. I don't care. I'm not your dad .Just don't act surprised when it hits a little too close.

She was never meant to exist, a shadow of fate that somehow slipped through the cracks. From the moment she arrived in the Wizarding world, everything felt strange and overwhelming-towering towers, whispered spells, and curious glances of those who seemed to know more than they let on. She moves through it all quietly, carrying a weight she doesn't fully understand, trying to piece together who she truly is beneath the expectations and the history that feels bigger than her. Every day is a balancing act of fitting in, of learning where she belongs, and of searching for a spark of herself that feels... real. Somewhere between the world she was born into and the one she stumbled into, she hopes to find the person she's meant to become.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

"Tell me how you feel" "I already showed you"