what the fuck is up kyle

cloveoil:

mouthful of white hot fire, tongue coated in poison, ragged nails painted in my own blood; there’s a hunger in me, something vicious a thirst to be celestial, godly, divine–      and yet.

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls, Thunder in their hearts, and chaos in their bones.

the world demanded hate from her, and so hate she gave.

I have the whole world raging under my skin. I’ve always been a girl armed for war.

She walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders, I’ve seen ghosts brighter than her soul.

I bear a cross on me, I bear a god on me, of whom I’ve lost faith in a long time ago.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.