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pretty poison freckless
October 11, 2024 at 9:43 PM
pretty poison freckless
“I crave you,” I exhale, the admission slicing my throat on its way out. “My body wants you every second of the day and twice as much at night. I want you in the most unhinged ways, ways that would scare you.”
October 5, 2024 at 1:13 AM
“I crave you,” I exhale, the admission slicing my throat on its way out. “My body wants you every second of the day and twice as much at night. I want you in the most unhinged ways, ways that would scare you.”
You’re not going to walk through life, Amara,” he uttered roughly, each word a vow that cemented itself in her heart. “You’ll dance through it. And I’ll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you.
October 5, 2024 at 12:51 AM
You’re not going to walk through life, Amara,” he uttered roughly, each word a vow that cemented itself in her heart. “You’ll dance through it. And I’ll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you.
“Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.”
October 5, 2024 at 12:17 AM
“Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.”
“Silas, I promise to be your peace when the world provides only war. To be your secret keeper and safe haven. Today, I vow to be the one person who accepts you for who you are and who you will become.” She glances up at me, holding my gaze as she speaks the last line. “Till death do us part.”
October 4, 2024 at 1:43 PM
“Silas, I promise to be your peace when the world provides only war. To be your secret keeper and safe haven. Today, I vow to be the one person who accepts you for who you are and who you will become.” She glances up at me, holding my gaze as she speaks the last line. “Till death do us part.”
“But don't forget that you'll always be my 13." She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. "My binding 13."
I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?"
"Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won”
I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?"
"Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won”
October 4, 2024 at 10:41 AM
“But don't forget that you'll always be my 13." She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. "My binding 13."
I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?"
"Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won”
I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?"
"Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won”
“Se precisasse morrer por isso, eu morreria. Mas não antes de ter certeza de que ela iria viver, de verdade.”
September 26, 2024 at 8:15 PM
“Se precisasse morrer por isso, eu morreria. Mas não antes de ter certeza de que ela iria viver, de verdade.”
“Elain had always been gentle and sweet- and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light.”
September 18, 2024 at 2:07 PM
“Elain had always been gentle and sweet- and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light.”
Viking god ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀johnny
September 18, 2024 at 1:35 PM
Viking god ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀johnny
“You look pretty,” I tell her the truth, “but you look pretty all days, so there’s not really a difference here.”
September 16, 2024 at 9:13 PM
“You look pretty,” I tell her the truth, “but you look pretty all days, so there’s not really a difference here.”
“love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted.”
September 13, 2024 at 12:26 AM
“love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted.”
"no one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine."
September 13, 2024 at 12:15 AM
"no one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine."
the high lady ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the little fighter
September 13, 2024 at 12:04 AM
the high lady ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the little fighter
“Fuck all the firsts, Sky. The only thing that matters to me with you are the forevers.”
September 12, 2024 at 7:54 PM
“Fuck all the firsts, Sky. The only thing that matters to me with you are the forevers.”
“I want to own you, Cecily, every part of you, what you show and what you hide beneath self-imposed shackles. I won’t stop until you’re fully, thoroughly, and undeniably mine.”
September 12, 2024 at 7:18 PM
“I want to own you, Cecily, every part of you, what you show and what you hide beneath self-imposed shackles. I won’t stop until you’re fully, thoroughly, and undeniably mine.”
the lilith⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀the lucifer
September 11, 2024 at 1:18 PM
the lilith⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀the lucifer
“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
September 5, 2024 at 11:46 AM
“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
“you’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”
September 4, 2024 at 1:58 PM
“you’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”
“Lyra might be a pest, a stubborn thorn burrowed into my skin, but she is mine. Mine to deal with, mine to end. No one else.”
September 3, 2024 at 5:08 PM
“Lyra might be a pest, a stubborn thorn burrowed into my skin, but she is mine. Mine to deal with, mine to end. No one else.”
★ shannon lynch × folklore.
September 2, 2024 at 1:40 PM
★ shannon lynch × folklore.
the assistant ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the violence
September 2, 2024 at 1:19 PM
the assistant ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the violence
little thief ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ pet
September 2, 2024 at 1:03 PM
little thief ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ pet