Something Wicked

I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.

he has woven his fallen lovers into flowers

We’ll survive, you and I.

But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so.

They are gods with lost myths, writing themselves new ones.

Do you believe in the mystical, the fantastical, the improbable, or the impossible? Do you believe that things others dismiss as dreams and imagination actually exist? Do you believe in fairy tales?

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh | Book Review

We return to each other in waves. This is how water loves.

The day you were born is the day God decided that the world could not exist without you.

Then how should I

See, I am my own whore. Watch me swallow my own fingers.

I was born inside the folds of lilac, grew up on an orbit of lightning, and now live between light and grass. I storm and I waken, I gleam and cloud, I rain and snow. The hours are my language and daylight is my homeland.