Tag: silver ruminations

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.

A great deal of the chaos in the world occurs because people don’t appreciate themselves.

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.

Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve f**king thought of it.

My veins are filled with stories of survival.

You are the moon, illuminating the sky with your brilliance and I am the wolf, howling with longing for your soul.

in this story, your mother isn’t the villain.
in this story, you find a way to pick the lock, to wake up, to climb out of the tower yourself.
in this story, you’re angry.
in this story, you meet a dragon and
it is afraid of you.
in this story, you don’t need to be saved.
in this story, your mother raised you
to recognize a prison from a home.
in this story, they don’t fall in love with you before they know you.
in this story, they aren’t better than you.
in this story, you have claws.
in this story, happily ever after has bite marks in it.
in this story, you are free and terrifying.
in this story, you get away.
in this story, you bleed.
in this story, you survive.