he was another knife， i could feel it. a different sort， but a knife still. i did not care. i thought: give me the blade. some things are worth spilling blood for.

ᅠ ᅠᅠLes enfants veulent rentrer. ᅠ

to want. desire is ugly. incessant. shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.

ᅠ ᅠᅠÇa sent la mort et la poudreuse. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠPlus de cigarettes ni d'alcool pendant 8 mois. ᅠ

you are the summer sun and i am a winter storm that hasn't known warmth in years. you've shine so bright, i begin to melt. you've brought spring to me.

ᅠ ᅠᅠMorphée m'ignore. ᅠ

every inch of me is charred，god，what happened to my heart?

ᅠ ᅠᅠIls festoyent tous les soirs depuis l'annonce. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠC'est la dernière fois que je m'essaie à la pâtisserie. ᅠ

you're the sin that i've been waiting for; the hands around my throat.

together， intertwined， mouths bruised with love ﹠ souls bitten．

mother? i call for her until my throat is scratched and dry， my voice is reduced to a pathetic rasp， and all i taste is the blood she regrets giving me.

ᅠ ᅠᅠPregnancy is even more tiring than a raid. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠWhat the hell. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠSilent Hill. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠThe belly bump is starting to show up. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠIn need of a place to let off some steam but none of them seem baby—friendly. ᅠ