vargr í véum

“I hunt with tenderness for self-revealing wounds.”

“…the older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious.”

« I was very wretched, for the aftermath of this last bad time has been horrible. I have been despairing, not because of my illness, because I have found meaning and purpose in that, but because of the burden I am to other people and because I was convinced that everyone must be shrinking from me. […] I was alone with self-hatred and that is utterly vile.

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.