the day i died ╱ i didn't tell my body.

angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night.

your hands are scarred from murder ╱ yet i trust them completely.

𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐 ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰’𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 - 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅.

now i am the violence ╱ i am the sickness.

she was more knife than girl, more weapon than woman.

i crave affection. and run from it.

you fight yourself every step of the way, angry, rotting from the inside out.

she wished it wasn’t so hard to feel deserving of beautiful things.

there’s a rage inside her, violent ﹠ burning —— but god, is she so tired of seeing red.

lovely-eyed. death-touched.

i will rage with every atom, with every single cell in my god-ruled body. i will fight with every neutron, with every nerve . . . you will have to drag me, pull me, force me.

remind them what hell looks like when it wears the skin of a gentle human.

'you are a good person. you must believe that.' ‘no. i know what i am.'

why is it always “she’s cute” but never “she’s the only divine thing he’s ever believed in. the only creature in this vast, cruel land who could kill him. and sometimes, in his loveliest dreams, he imagines she does”

gods are stubborn. so am i.

the minute I feel emotionally safe, seen and heard. I become softer

* Going through my following lists and cutting down on inactive accounts since I'd like to start coming back here. Just a heads up!

--- I wish all who break mutuals without soft blocking (therefore leaving me still following them) a very why🧍‍♀️