And if I set everything on fire, myself included?

The monster. The dreamer, the eater. The eater monster. You the monster, I the monster. All of us the monster. The monster in us, the monster in you. The monster in all of us.

Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.

What no one ever talks about is how dangerous hope can be. Call it forgiveness with teeth.

…Longing, of course, becomes its own object, the way that desire can make anything into a god.

If I can’t have love, if I can’t find peace, Give me a bitter glory.

But never have I been a blue calm sea, I have always been a storm.

dec 5 2021 ∞
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