✧ ★ ☆ ある詩はかつてこう言いました。 "𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞" is the thing with feathers that perches in the 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all and 𝓢weetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest Sea Yet never in Extremity, It asked a crumb - ♡F me! 🕸️☃️