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@pericolosa.bsky.social
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@pericolosa.bsky.social
· Jun 25
Do I make you nervous?
Inside the heart of every man there is a lust, you understand. And I'm just the same. When all the love has gone away, and passion stares me in the face, could I walk away?
November 26, 2025 at 3:11 AM
Inside the heart of every man there is a lust, you understand. And I'm just the same. When all the love has gone away, and passion stares me in the face, could I walk away?
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People have destructive impulses. Some of us want to see the world in ruins just for the fun of it . . . even if we're ruined along with it.
November 25, 2024 at 6:20 PM
People have destructive impulses. Some of us want to see the world in ruins just for the fun of it . . . even if we're ruined along with it.
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He was winter to her summer.
November 25, 2024 at 6:21 PM
He was winter to her summer.
I love it when you call me that. I hated it at first, but now…
November 25, 2025 at 4:21 PM
I love it when you call me that. I hated it at first, but now…
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It's a love language.
— how much does he love you .ᐣ
— he would commit murder for me .
— he would commit murder for me .
November 25, 2024 at 6:29 PM
It's a love language.
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Reckless and impulsive.
November 25, 2024 at 6:21 PM
Reckless and impulsive.
It was dark here. Dangerous. I quite liked it.
November 24, 2025 at 4:29 PM
It was dark here. Dangerous. I quite liked it.
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It’s about the pancakes and the bills and the dishes in the sink . . . it’s about me always having to clean up your messes. It’s about you being mom’s favorite, even though I try so hard. It’s about always having to be good and fair and perfect, even though I just want to scream. It’s everything!
November 25, 2024 at 2:04 AM
It’s about the pancakes and the bills and the dishes in the sink . . . it’s about me always having to clean up your messes. It’s about you being mom’s favorite, even though I try so hard. It’s about always having to be good and fair and perfect, even though I just want to scream. It’s everything!
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You say you won’t condemn me to this fate, but I’ll condemn myself. It’s my choice. And I choose you.
November 25, 2024 at 1:59 AM
You say you won’t condemn me to this fate, but I’ll condemn myself. It’s my choice. And I choose you.
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I’m afraid you’re going to be the ruin of me.
November 25, 2024 at 2:13 AM
I’m afraid you’re going to be the ruin of me.
You’ve perfected the art of pushing others away, and you would have used that art on me. I won’t let that happen.
November 23, 2025 at 2:33 PM
You’ve perfected the art of pushing others away, and you would have used that art on me. I won’t let that happen.
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I fill you up, drink from my cup
Within me lies what you really want
Within me lies what you really want
November 24, 2024 at 4:47 AM
I fill you up, drink from my cup
Within me lies what you really want
Within me lies what you really want
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A Goddess of earth and life descending into death and decay.
November 24, 2024 at 4:57 AM
A Goddess of earth and life descending into death and decay.
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He might claim to be a monster—and he was. He was ruthless and cruel and savage. But he was capable of love. No matter what he claimed, she knew this to be true.
November 24, 2024 at 4:59 AM
He might claim to be a monster—and he was. He was ruthless and cruel and savage. But he was capable of love. No matter what he claimed, she knew this to be true.
Do something special that someone once did for you. Find something beautiful. Keep it close by. Bury a treasure so you can find it again one day. Surprise yourself. Do something with abandon. Stand under the stars. Sing. Cheer. Turn a cartwheel. Take a bow.
November 22, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Do something special that someone once did for you. Find something beautiful. Keep it close by. Bury a treasure so you can find it again one day. Surprise yourself. Do something with abandon. Stand under the stars. Sing. Cheer. Turn a cartwheel. Take a bow.
You here to finish me off, sweetheart?
November 22, 2025 at 6:21 PM
You here to finish me off, sweetheart?
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I am yours. And you are mine.
November 23, 2024 at 3:48 AM
I am yours. And you are mine.
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You can even keep your little witch here to be your empress. Or you can execute her. I honestly can’t understand you two. One minute it seems like you’ll slaughter an entire army to save her, the next it looks like you want to wring her neck.
November 23, 2024 at 3:53 AM
You can even keep your little witch here to be your empress. Or you can execute her. I honestly can’t understand you two. One minute it seems like you’ll slaughter an entire army to save her, the next it looks like you want to wring her neck.
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Ragged sounds poured from his lips, the desperate noises of a man in the throes of passion, and she relished that. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 was the one who made this powerful god exclaim and tremble and beg for more. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 was his undoing.
November 23, 2024 at 3:47 AM
Ragged sounds poured from his lips, the desperate noises of a man in the throes of passion, and she relished that. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 was the one who made this powerful god exclaim and tremble and beg for more. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 was his undoing.
The forest eats death so that it may live.
November 22, 2025 at 2:49 AM
The forest eats death so that it may live.
At once he became a thing of the wild, stealing along softly, cat-footed, a passing shadow that appeared and disappeared among the shadows.
November 22, 2025 at 2:45 AM
At once he became a thing of the wild, stealing along softly, cat-footed, a passing shadow that appeared and disappeared among the shadows.
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I’m not sure if I should be flattered or offended that I’m not considered a threat.
November 22, 2024 at 3:46 AM
I’m not sure if I should be flattered or offended that I’m not considered a threat.
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Thought it was snowing but it was moths. Hundreds of them. Dive-bombing the car's headlights and covering the road. All flying towards death.
November 22, 2024 at 3:43 AM
Thought it was snowing but it was moths. Hundreds of them. Dive-bombing the car's headlights and covering the road. All flying towards death.
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Time seemed to slow in that split second when he attacked. And as he moved, only one thing occupied her mind. The god of the dead was horrifyingly beautiful. And she was absolutely mesmerized by him.
November 22, 2024 at 3:59 AM
Time seemed to slow in that split second when he attacked. And as he moved, only one thing occupied her mind. The god of the dead was horrifyingly beautiful. And she was absolutely mesmerized by him.