don’t eat with people you wouldn’t starve with.

your fate’s in my hands now.

pain turned poetry.

i named her nothing, & with nothing: she shall starve. no light for her to sustain, nor flame to warm.

she carried herself like a goddess who had seen lesser men fall at her feet.

feline with the instinct, cosmic intuition, i know the truth before it’s given, i can read it in your feelings.

my trust is not easily given, you gotta wait on my permission.

take a look under my heart, run your hands over my scars.

it’s the end of the line, i’m just telling the truth, & i won’t compromise, & there’s nothing you can do.

triumphant are the tongues that tell the truth.

baby i got issues, but i love myself.

cartier on my wrist, wit in my vein.

twenty one karats——pretty on my wrist, got more on me than midas, tell me, baby——what’d you think this is .ᐣ

hail to the queen.

venomous snake found at the curves of her waist, this is where you meet your fate.