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Bjørn.

Bjørn.

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g o t h b o t

g o t h b o t

- ̗̀ saith my he A rt ̖́-

- ̗̀ saith my he A rt ̖́-

Zack gets into trouble on an almost daily basis, so his food supply is heavily restricted as a punishment. As a result, he (like Michael) is underfed.

Zack gets into trouble on an almost daily basis, so his food supply is heavily restricted as a punishment. As a result, he (like Michael) is underfed.

character//ambiguous

character//ambiguous

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

(Be him/her?) I sat on the sidewalk, the left side of my face was beaten up. It had bruises, scrapes, and scratches all along my skin. You hated seeing me hurt or me still fighting. "You need to stop this Alec!    Your arm is going to need stitches!" You hold my arm and examine a cut that was pretty deep and wide, the source where the most blood had came from. "I'm fine...it's no big deal." I shrug as I try to stay balanced sitting down.

(Be him/her?) I sat on the sidewalk, the left side of my face was beaten up. It had bruises, scrapes, and scratches all along my skin. You hated seeing me hurt or me still fighting. "You need to stop this Alec! Your arm is going to need stitches!" You hold my arm and examine a cut that was pretty deep and wide, the source where the most blood had came from. "I'm fine...it's no big deal." I shrug as I try to stay balanced sitting down.

Alec Lightwood

Alec Lightwood

Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me. -  RICHARD SIKEN, “BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD”

Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me. - RICHARD SIKEN, “BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD”

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