purgätory

i’m currently writing a book about a character called laila winter, her upbringing, her downfall and her eternity. i will post the whole concept when the time is ripe, until then u can follow me on instagram @ lailawinterforever ♡

here i collect bits that inspire the LW universe but also focus on the art i love, like anything david lynch, poems, kinky gay stuff, tv shows, my favourite indie musicians and vintage ornaments like dolls and skulls. it's all intertwined.

my flesh

something you chew on only in the dark, but stop as soon as the sunlight hits your ashamed conscience, of what you want and who you want.

your purgatory

you’re a dog for the wolves in sheeps clothing, their stained comradery is a poisoned treat you keep running after as soon as lying lips hit the whistle.

the end

i am her and she is me so when the colours of the sunset hit the sky, we are one. finally we put your body down next to all the dogs that couldn’t have been men. the moon doesn’t bite and the truth of the daylight is our friend now.

his dad watched all the girls that came before me

to make sure for them to be clean

before they bleed

he must know their potential

so his secrets they shall keep

born to take and burns just for his greed

punished by every loving scenery

therefore you must love his affection

only feeling kissed by thee unkissed

his love is violence from the highest order

to punish you for your every sin

before i leave, you must know his intention