█▐ : // gods & monsters .

Never let anyone know what you are thinking.

Laugh at the men who tell you you’re pretty. You are more than that.

Don’t go for the geniuses. They never want to sleep.

she is ash and acid, soot and scars. a tragedy of crossed wires; a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. she is an apocalypse wrapped in wolf fur. she bares her teeth in a smile and your world starts shaking. she is not the kind of girl you are meant to love; wild and vicious, her hands wet with blood. you are meant to love a star – bright and beautiful and far away. but she is a lightning strike heralded by thunder – brutal and blinding and gone before you can blink. she is a rainstorm and you are a shipwreck. there’s nothing quite so beautiful as a girl who can claw you apart and yet chooses to stay.

You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.

her ribcage is filled with flowers but they are dead, dead, dead.

You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

You silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bulletproof. You keep trying to turn your heart bomb shelter. Stop, darling. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what you were born to do. It will not be beautiful, but the truth never is. Come now, you promised yourself. You promised you’d live through this.