Where shadows live.

You are still terribly afraid to be hurt; your imaginary sadism shows that. So afraid to be hurt that you want to take the lead and hurt first.

"the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life."

I woke, and sat up, motionless for a time. Mildly observing, as death languidly snaked back into my veins.

Another day with venom in my blood.

Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... said a shadow at the window... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time...

There is beauty and humility in

imperfection.

~Guillermo del Toro~♠︎

Some days i embody the moon,

Other days the wolf.

"I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon."

In order to know virtue, we must first

he sits with me on the corner of the bed trying to convince me of things to come.

I am listening.

I am invested in his being.

he sees my yearning for his taste: his patient lips want to devour my soft.

he doesn't ask anything of me but his eyes hold all his pleas.

my eyes meet his soul and he tells me he'll take me raw and whole.

we share our breaths like we're dependent only on each others lungs.

I begin to tremble from the way his hands

slowly made their way to his heaven.

he grabbed me.

he held me like there was no chaos: no hell between our loins.

he promised to love me beyond existence.

I became a believer in my devil.