can ONE of you freaks be nice to me.

he thinks hilariously little of her if he thinks she can be easily vanquished. lest we forget he couldn’t do it.

womp fuckin’ womp.

eat me.

finger quotes, ‘disappointment of a sister,’ sounds an awful like ‘capable of doing the things i couldn’t.’

they’ve been at this too long for either of them to be beginners. and she knows he’s not out of tricks — he raised her. she knows what he is.

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knuck if you buck, i guess.

anyway — i have plans. the thirteenth and what not, attending to summonings, etc.

( can be summoned using the blood of your first love. )

sinking deep into a tub full of bubbles.

legs cross at the ankle, head tilting slightly to better convey curiosity — “i’ve never met a priest afraid of boring the pulpit, father. they’re usually too grateful for an audience to care.”

| sabrina’s always trying to get more followers … baby you want a friend. not another worshipper i fear

this is me. do you take me as i am?

that girl didn't want to die. she just wanted out of that house.

“i was ill once,” she uncrosses her legs, crosses them again, “around my sixteenth birthday. i had the kind of fever you have no choice but to sweat out,” she pauses, “i’m not sure we’ve really had the chance to talk,” a light, manicured hand stretches out, “sabrina.”

I choked / on such longing I couldn’t spit out. Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

appears.