𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐜œ𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞 é𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐢. The imprint of your fangs is the only scar my heart has ever known. Remember always… what you mean to me, 𝘕𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘪.

There’s a certain charm in witnessing delusion at work. The way he imagines himself worthy of her, as if proximity could ever bridge the distance between what belongs to a king and a child playing at conquest. One can only shake one’s head.

Do you know what it’s like to love someone so fiercely their very presence rewrites your soul? That’s you, every time I look at you.

The only thing more toxic than a smile that turns sour is the poison they spread when you’re not looking. I prefer my poison delivered directly to the source.

My love for you is a sickness, a jagged blade I press against my own ribs. You drive me to the very edge of madness, yet I find that I would rather fall into the abyss with you than ever stand on solid ground alone, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Tread carefully. I am in a mood that usually ends with someone needing a casket.

Seems even time itself lacks the decency to keep the past where it belongs.

To outlive everything you love is to become a monument. beautiful. . . hollow. . . and built entirely for remembering. ∘ Read: tumblr.com/elysiumvenin/8…