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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.

and that’s the thing about this type of pain isn’t it ? it’s never truly skin deep. it ebbs and flows through you. slithering to the surface where it burns. and aches. and in those moments it’s so easy to convince yourself that the source is just that. an easily vandalized shoal. its so easy to convince yourself of that, until it’s not. we are so much smarter than we give ourselves credit for. & not nearly as weak as we imagine ourselves to be

sorry for being indecisive, I haven’t had any prophetic dreams to guide me in a while

Aw babe , you didn’t have to explain aftercare to me, I already love you

she not 2 faced, she multifaceted 😘

everything not in use is an ornament