this sword is made for only one purpose: to kill.

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if i look back, i am lost
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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I'd rather be in outer space ๐ธ

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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this sword is made for only one purpose: to kill.
Waiting for God, Simone Weil
good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something
Tension
please be perverted about me in these trying times
everybody is a book of blood.
Wolves Attack (Detail), oil on canvas โ Maciej Sancewicz after Alfred Wierusz-Kowalski
for the stars, for the snow, for the wolves.
Details from Valente Celle Tomb. So delicate.
edits of levi; 2.
Monsters are not gentle. That is what you have been told, and to a certain degree, it holds true. Rough claws, rough voice, a rough-around-the-edges personality. But that doesnโt mean monsters cannot be safe, cannot be kind. Gentleness and kindness are not one and the same. Monsters can be viciously kind, monsters can be violently safe. Gentleness is not a requirement for love.
Just because I do not express, does not mean I do not feel. I feel grief even without losing, I feel sorrow without a wound.
I feel lonely among the crowd, I feel empty after gaining all. There is still a void when my mind is filled with hundreds of thoughts.
There is still hunger even after celebrating victory. There is still thirst though I have drunk the whole bottle of sweet poison.
There is still desire even after fulfilling the darkest one. Silence may hide my words, but my heart still speaks in shadows.
-icanbeanyone
D. H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence
the luster of something sacrificial.