from butterflies to blood.

okteivi is now @ valkyier

“I feel as though - now that he’s touched me - I am no longer my own as if with every caress and kiss he’s claimed my body as his.”

“I’ll never forget the first time I saw you.”

“We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion about us.”

You make me want to live… Not survive; not exist. Live.

Of course I look angry all the time. My entire life I’ve been fighting a war. I am soaked in pain and sadness. The irony however, is that I’m not actually angry, I’m trying to learn how to be happy. And that in itself is a war…

Guilt lingers like the smell of death and nothing can free me from this cloud of blood.

“Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?”

Pain had a way of breaking time down. I thought about the next minute, the next hour. There wasn’t enough space in my mind to put all those pieces together, to find words to summarize the whole of it. But the ‘keep going’ part, I knew the words for. ‘Find another reason to go on,’ I said. ‘It doesn’t have to be a good one, or a noble one. It just has to be a reason.’

hold my hand and tell me that you don’t see the dried blood between my fingernails. look into my eyes and tell me that you see life in them; thrumming and thriving and throbbing. kiss me and don’t tell me that i taste like poison and something worse. love me and tell me that i’m good for you.

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle Everything I do is stitched with its colour.