Lady Bookworm

I felt like drawing something pretty.

You have free will to choose your own fate.

Wrath: If you say so. 

Emilia: Maybe a little oral too.

Wrath: As you wish.

Emilia: My betrothed is going to come soon.

Wrath: 

Wrath: I can guarantee you that the devil most definitely cares.

Emilia: Has he told you that?

Wrath:

Wrath: …yes

Emilia: Like you had a meeting?

Wrath:

Turn the volume down low. Uncurl your fist. Spit the venom out. Don’t swallow. Forget. When the therapist asks how you’re doing, be honest. Mean it. Make love sometimes. Don’t fuck just so that you can feel something. Hold your heart like a bird. Don’t drop it. Don’t look in the mirror and say, “Ugly.” Go for days without make-up, without saying your name. When a boy who blocks out the sun makes your world dark, find a match. Burn down every expectation. Go to sleep on time. Send regards to the moon. She gets lonely sometimes. Tell her she is not alone. Learn how to breathe after drowning in your own regret. Kiss gravity. Don’t fight it. Hold your head up high. Bring your shoulders back. You are not the word “Burden.” You are not the epitome of sad. For god’s sake, kiss people who will love you in the open. Be proud of your shoulders, your lips, your stomach, your skin. Be happy. Take naps. Watch the sunrise from the top of a mountain. Feel the earth slide out from between your fingers. Listen for heartbeats. Listen for a voice. Let go of your grief. Keep the names inside your chest. Bathe in the wind. Be soft. Be exquisite. Above all, be okay.

Emilia:

Wrath and Emilia - Kingdom of the Wicked

Emilia and Wrath - Kingdom of the Wicked