demonic side ,

“I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisivenss that was wide and wavering as the ocean.”

She’d only love two things: The first was her long, dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.

She is remarkable to look at if not beautiful. The pallor of her cheeks, the way she has of drawing back her head and looking at you blankly gives her the appearance of a marble Medusa. She is curiously passive.

I looked at her and said “There are Goddesses of terrible things less troublesome than you.” She smiled wickedly, lit up a cigarette and responded “I know.”

“She has a mouth like unswept glass—-when you least expect it she cuts you.”

She whispers lies of poison and honey.

men want to fix you save you or fuck you I can’t be fixed and I don’t care to be saved

Watch your tongue around her. She will bear her fangs and tear you apart with all the grace of a queen.