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Do I make you nervous?
It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
I feel a reinforced desire right now to live; to see; to be awake; to love.
Maybe⸺maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure⸺never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?
𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟.
Sing, dance, chant⸺ seek a trance state.
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When did you stop enjoying the sweet sound of silence?
Hold this moment; it may never come again.
The haunt of demons.
When we're together, darling, every night is Halloween.
Two beings, one on each side of the veil.
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Procession of white-dressed girls and women, carrying glowing Chinese lanterns, winds its way through Cornish fishing village ~ possibly Newlyn ~ to celebrate Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee in 1897 (George Sherwood Hunter)
...that calm, delicious, bottomless stupor into which she felt herself sinking more and more deeply, without a disturbing impulse of resistance, an effort of reattachment to the vanishing edges of consciousness.
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.
Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?
I recognize your particular hue of graphite...
I never believe anything unless it’s written in blood.
I know it’s you; I can feel your energy.
But other times, he grows dark, and I come upon him gazing out a window, clenching the sill as if he might break through and take to the sky, a wild, dark raven like the ones carved on his front doors.
A Spell to Summon Immortal Protection.
Just remember, you are 𝑚𝑦 little witch. I found you first.
You called for me, and I came. I offered you a bargain, and you accepted. You tied the vowknot yourself, and I gave you what you wanted.
Open up my head and let me out, little baby.
La vie est plus belle quand on l'écrit soi-même.
If you let your spirit out, where would it go?