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@pericolosa.bsky.social
· Jun 25
Do I make you nervous?
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My interest consumes me in a dangerous way, for demons like me are predisposed to obsession.
December 10, 2024 at 3:26 PM
My interest consumes me in a dangerous way, for demons like me are predisposed to obsession.
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And when he calls, he calls her and only her.
December 10, 2024 at 5:35 PM
And when he calls, he calls her and only her.
We needed a condom for that eye contact. I could be pregnant. Maybe I am.
December 9, 2025 at 12:29 AM
We needed a condom for that eye contact. I could be pregnant. Maybe I am.
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They looked good together; dark and precarious.
December 9, 2024 at 5:51 PM
They looked good together; dark and precarious.
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Have you forgotten how to kneel? Shall I remind you of your place? If it’s not by my side, it’s under my feet.
December 9, 2024 at 5:47 PM
Have you forgotten how to kneel? Shall I remind you of your place? If it’s not by my side, it’s under my feet.
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Either you are mine, or you mean nothing to me. There is no in between.
December 9, 2024 at 5:55 PM
Either you are mine, or you mean nothing to me. There is no in between.
Isn’t there a saying about predators holding beauty? All natural hunters are striking.
December 7, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Isn’t there a saying about predators holding beauty? All natural hunters are striking.
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Sometimes the urge to destroy rivals the urge to create.
December 7, 2024 at 5:57 PM
Sometimes the urge to destroy rivals the urge to create.
Your blood is like wine. I’m unconscious all the time.
December 6, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Your blood is like wine. I’m unconscious all the time.
I cannot say why I felt so wildly wretched: it must have been temporary derangement, for there is scarcely cause⸻
December 6, 2025 at 3:50 PM
I cannot say why I felt so wildly wretched: it must have been temporary derangement, for there is scarcely cause⸻
Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
December 6, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
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How are you enjoying my labyrinth?
December 6, 2024 at 6:53 PM
How are you enjoying my labyrinth?
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Stay with me. Sleep in my tent. Argue with me.
December 6, 2024 at 6:57 PM
Stay with me. Sleep in my tent. Argue with me.
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The demon knows your wants and desires, and that’s what he’ll use against you.
December 6, 2024 at 6:58 PM
The demon knows your wants and desires, and that’s what he’ll use against you.
She reminded me of a wild rose.
December 6, 2025 at 2:29 AM
She reminded me of a wild rose.
Now she enters my thoughts constantly. The constellation of freckles on her skin. Her long eye lashes. Her vibrant smile.
December 6, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Now she enters my thoughts constantly. The constellation of freckles on her skin. Her long eye lashes. Her vibrant smile.
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He has this look that can only be described as a lazy seduction, like a totally content animal sizing up his prey before he pounces.
December 6, 2024 at 12:42 AM
He has this look that can only be described as a lazy seduction, like a totally content animal sizing up his prey before he pounces.
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Did they ever compliment your mind? It’s like a labyrinth, twisted and uncertain, filled with traps that would fell a lesser man. But there are rewards too, and I imagine once you reach the center, the treasure is unparalleled.
December 6, 2024 at 12:48 AM
Did they ever compliment your mind? It’s like a labyrinth, twisted and uncertain, filled with traps that would fell a lesser man. But there are rewards too, and I imagine once you reach the center, the treasure is unparalleled.
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Foggy morning with spotty snow flurries and a forty percent chance of death.
December 6, 2024 at 1:49 AM
Foggy morning with spotty snow flurries and a forty percent chance of death.
How many more birthdays? How many more turns of the wheel?
December 4, 2025 at 2:57 PM
How many more birthdays? How many more turns of the wheel?
Young vampire, you must know the hunger of the beast. Know that there are other hungers, for other things, that once awoken cannot rest until they are satisfied.
December 4, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Young vampire, you must know the hunger of the beast. Know that there are other hungers, for other things, that once awoken cannot rest until they are satisfied.
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From the inner darkness of the womb to the waiting darkness of the tomb
December 4, 2024 at 5:21 PM
From the inner darkness of the womb to the waiting darkness of the tomb
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Slowly realizing that I don't owe my time, my presence, nor my attention to anyone simply because they desire it.
December 4, 2024 at 5:47 PM
Slowly realizing that I don't owe my time, my presence, nor my attention to anyone simply because they desire it.
If you should fall
into my arms
and tremble like a
flower⸻
into my arms
and tremble like a
flower⸻
December 3, 2025 at 11:34 PM
If you should fall
into my arms
and tremble like a
flower⸻
into my arms
and tremble like a
flower⸻