⠀ 𓂃ᜒִ ⚖️ 𝖑ook around you 𓈓 ━── ϯHE CREATION OF A ♯𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗. 🖋 ˖. &&. ( ⌚️ 𝟒𝟎 𝖗ighteous 𝖘econds . . ) ☽ / ϯhe O̲N̲L̲Y̲ ̲O̲N̲E̲ who can do it ， ⛓𝐇𝐄 who is 𝕲OD﹗ キラ͙۪۪̥˚♚ ⁺

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it was women who in their writings repeatedly used bread, blood, hunger, and eating as their dominant images for union with God and neighbor—language which appears in male writers but is never central to their piety.

I touch you, I am created in you somewhere as a complex filament of light.

Yes, Aizawa-san?

… Ryuzaki?

Humming.

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i am a daughter of shame. i live in the shadows and i try not to bleed on my mothers carpet. my skin jagged and worn as if i have lived a thousand lives, in one body. i am flat. i am empty. this is all the world wanted for me.

Godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed.

you ask, 'what can i have?' i say, 'anything you want, i will give.' so i watch as you take your knife to my skin and cut out my heart. you hold it so gently in your hands and i think i've made the right choice.

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Surviving on low fat yogurt and fake sugar coffee, girls get really good at making a dead thing look alive and girls get even better at making dying look beautiful. You can cover your body in flowers and lace but dead is dead and animals will always smell it.

i've become a little lark. brushing past the pretty flowers, chasing all the playful butterflies, i glide merrily by your side.

Oh, baby boy.

And sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.