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 know it seems like you’re alone in the world like this is only happening to you, but I can tell you; you’re not. I can help you, my brothers can help you. ‘
❛———— not to sound childish , or dramatic. . . but how? how can you & your brothers help me ? ?❜it was a question laced with genuine curiosity , rather than juvenile spite .
