i'm feeling like a dog in heat, barred indoors from the summer street

every time a man yells, you are seven years old again and he is packing that suitcase once more. picking you up by the neck, teaching you obedience; to be soft, like the belly of fish exposed to a knife.

when the sun comes up we will be nothing but dust. just the outlines of our hands.

as you're dead in my arms ╱ all i want to hear is ‘i’m sorry.’

| if you 'love villains' but only when they're hot white males .. then surprise, you actually just love hot white males .

i keep remembering — I KEEP REMEMBERING. my heart has no pity on me.

PERSEPHONE.⠀ do i bring jae back to be darker and more intense than ever?? mantle/jeong siblings reunion mayhaps

what is childhood like ? it's a little like dying, a little like being born. which is to say, it's nothing you can remember, but you know there was blood.

i remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere.

like a moth following the moon without question, i loved you and witnessed your acts of madness.

lovely–eyed. death–touched.

until you had their blood glistening on your teeth; until your suffering paled in comparison to their own; until it was their throats pinned under your boot; until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams.