do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
❛ i’m gonna have to learn how to use these things properly sooner or later , right ?❜mossy hues flicker upon the various instruments before them , a thoughtful glaze .❛—— so why not just teach me .❜her disease only gets her so far .
