agnina - { indie, selective & crossover-friendly Kotoko Yuzuriha from Milgram. }
                      It was a sin to be born as a wolf.
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noise dept.
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@agnina
agnina - { indie, selective & crossover-friendly Kotoko Yuzuriha from Milgram. }
                      It was a sin to be born as a wolf.
rules / about / last promo post / perma starter call
rules under cut.
is the tumblr rp com alive at all ...
I got possessed, I'm sorry....... more Kotoko tongue piercing because I have no self control when it comes to this woman
Less dark version under the cut
oh yeah I also did this one
“Never make decisions out of fear, Jesper. Only out of spite”
im not scared of my own desires. i sabotage myself to make sure i never get what i want for unrelated reasons.
had to contribute to the various kotoko headpatting that child drawings
I want to gouge you out with my fangs
it feels shaken out of me, like a dog with a rat. blood; teeth; flurried motion- am i the dog or the rat?
I wanted something better. I wanted so many things I couldn’t say aloud. So I fell into the space between my body & the ground — a longing named gravity. A desire born impossibly hungry. God, how nothing ever satisfies, except my heart, with its lips around your name. It’s the same story over & over. My body hunting-field. My body slaughterhouse. I’m coughing up my own lungs. I’m spilling all this red into the street. I do it because I love you. I can’t help it, if I love you. There is nothing left to do, except pray to be delivered. Except remind God that I have already suffered. Remind Him that I have suffered enough, already, I think.
Yves Olade, from Slaughterhouse; “Mercy”
eric larocca; things have gotten worse since we last spoke
it feels so fragile. doesn’t it? i’m afraid if i move too fast, if i say the wrong thing, it’ll shatter just like every one before it. some wretched part of me wants to crush it in my fist, just to get it over with, if only i could avoid the shards.
unless it’s not as fragile as i think it is. unless such delicate handling is what weakens it. as if treating it like something breakable makes it so.
i was right and i know i was right
so why don’t i feel any better?
do you want to be good? or do you want out?
we’re not like them. they were born good, and every day they stay good. we feel the devil gnawing on our hearts, and we know- we know that we’ll never be good.
( @latensmonstrum. )
like anything that addicts, it makes you sick when you have it and a different kind of sick when you don’t.