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You can’t throw me to the wolves.
They come when I call.
They come when I call.
January 18, 2026 at 11:40 AM
You can’t throw me to the wolves.
They come when I call.
They come when I call.
The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.
January 18, 2026 at 10:44 AM
The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.
having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch
January 18, 2026 at 8:45 AM
having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch
A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root Monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean a monster of myriad origins. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: Both shelter and warning at once.
January 18, 2026 at 7:37 AM
A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root Monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean a monster of myriad origins. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: Both shelter and warning at once.
I live,
I live,
I live
I live,
I live
January 18, 2026 at 6:39 AM
I live,
I live,
I live
I live,
I live
You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.
January 18, 2026 at 5:43 AM
You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.
You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You ma
January 18, 2026 at 4:37 AM
You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby. You ma
And right now, it isn’t perfect, but that’s okay.
If it were, it would be a fairy tale, and it would not be real.
If it were, it would be a fairy tale, and it would not be real.
January 18, 2026 at 3:35 AM
And right now, it isn’t perfect, but that’s okay.
If it were, it would be a fairy tale, and it would not be real.
If it were, it would be a fairy tale, and it would not be real.
Perhaps only death can keep us satisfied.
January 18, 2026 at 2:43 AM
Perhaps only death can keep us satisfied.
A lonesome star, in a bitter sky. I hear the hungry ghosts calling out in the night
January 18, 2026 at 1:38 AM
A lonesome star, in a bitter sky. I hear the hungry ghosts calling out in the night
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
January 18, 2026 at 12:40 AM
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
We tried to make the world safe for you, but we tried all the wrong things and nothing worked.
The sky is full of terror and the world is falling down. We tried and we failed, but we didn’t mean it to end this way, I swear to you.
I swear to you.
The sky is full of terror and the world is falling down. We tried and we failed, but we didn’t mean it to end this way, I swear to you.
I swear to you.
January 17, 2026 at 11:40 PM
We tried to make the world safe for you, but we tried all the wrong things and nothing worked.
The sky is full of terror and the world is falling down. We tried and we failed, but we didn’t mean it to end this way, I swear to you.
I swear to you.
The sky is full of terror and the world is falling down. We tried and we failed, but we didn’t mean it to end this way, I swear to you.
I swear to you.
Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are
January 17, 2026 at 10:41 PM
Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are
You save everyone, but who saves you?
January 17, 2026 at 9:40 PM
You save everyone, but who saves you?
If he puts his hands on you, cut them off.
January 17, 2026 at 8:45 PM
If he puts his hands on you, cut them off.
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
January 17, 2026 at 8:45 PM
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
They won’t tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.
January 17, 2026 at 8:45 PM
They won’t tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.
You will find that pretty rose vines are just as lovely when they wrap tight over your limbs and shatter your bones.
January 17, 2026 at 7:36 PM
You will find that pretty rose vines are just as lovely when they wrap tight over your limbs and shatter your bones.
- You are only a small child, and you feel afraid
January 17, 2026 at 6:35 PM
- You are only a small child, and you feel afraid
Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.
January 17, 2026 at 5:42 PM
Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.
We build walls around our hearts and wonder why no one loves us
January 17, 2026 at 4:35 PM
We build walls around our hearts and wonder why no one loves us
Do not wrong the crows, they protect those they love; but they do not love many.
January 17, 2026 at 3:39 PM
Do not wrong the crows, they protect those they love; but they do not love many.
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
January 17, 2026 at 2:40 PM
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see your true value and worth, then it’s time for a new start.
January 17, 2026 at 1:41 PM
Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see your true value and worth, then it’s time for a new start.
It mattered because you felt something.
January 17, 2026 at 12:37 PM
It mattered because you felt something.