𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 I have been destroying everything, from the perfect start to the finish line. It's been months. tumblr.com/flareandalloft…

I don't think I have ever dreamed ——fell into the world woven with the threads of your hidden and secret desires, memories that you are fond of, wishes that found a place to become real at last. No, I don't think I have every actually dreamed. Every time that I close my eyes,

I am less than human; a frail teenage girl running away from what knows would consume her to the bone if it catches her, but she can not name. My dreams are not dreams, see. My rest is not rest. I stumble, I hurt, I pick up myself again. I'm haunted.

A friend to all, is a friend to none.

And she will, ma Reine. ( ⊰Kαthєrιηє.⊱ )

No more clots of red to snarl my hair, no more drops of crimson to drip from my lips and chin. The frantic, maddening beats are tethered beneath the mask of fabricated grace, polished poise. What a fire, I feel it burn, through every bone, every secret, every seething desire.

What are you, Sol? I am no longer the song, but the singer. No longer the sin, but the sinner. No longer the victim—— but the killer.

Who is going to crack first under the weight of this distance? We shattered the masks; a shout in the dark that echoed absolutely nothing back. The truth is lodged in the lump in your throat. I lean in, not for solace, but to toast your performance—— What a well-worn deceit.

You behave differently now. And maybe that is what makes me play my new role so well. We are strangers, just familiar enough to hit our marks, saying all the right damned lines. “Is it the game you hate or the fact that someone else is finally playing it at your level?”

Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind, I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride.

Mhm, I'm afraid you might not be fully equipped to handle my mind, but thank you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⸱⠀⠀⠀ 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 — 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ꮩ.ꭱ.

The path to paradise begins in Hell.

Grace of the feline, power of the divine feminine.