( ✦ ゜ ✧ * º • ☾  injured memes ❜   )
                     S T A T U S; still accepting ! ♡

              ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — There could be no prevention in the dash of
 worrying centered in the flowers hues. Dark amist the bight meant that in
 sudden innovation of the worst cases was a frown to live on youthful features.
 Her touch was warm, hopeful when she leans to press slender fingers on her
 friends ankle, feathery lightness to her movements much light like the flower
herself.   ❛ Broken? ❜   Orbs are wide, head tilting to find the gaze of the poor,
 injured soul.  ❛ i don’t think it’s broken my petal.  — merely strained for too
much movement. But here. I’ll take care of it okay?  ❜