

Easy on post-mortem flames.Unlike burning dead I remain, still, in unlife Pleasantly lukewarmEasy on post-mortem flames.


PromisesPromisesPromises
Of one heart, twice made He vowed never to wound her She never to bleed


Irenic homicidePretend repent- ance per chance prefaces remorse-Irenic homicide
less bespeaking,
would you....?
No, and not-
Then one, two,
too, won for- ever the loss of possession.
Who could…
-me, all my-
…guess that,
the embrace of limbs that, used to strangle,
choke to breathe? Like me dying is like denying my immortal mortality in this bloodredknifedead life of no/not me/my
-own, but mine.-
Galadriel

MagdelenaLet the light not see from grotesque yesterdays my effervescent sins and metallic-tinted fucks.Magdelena
Because I made my bed and lied in it, sure... (with him and him and him)
But God is dead, now and Christ is giftwrapped and packed under my tree.
And I don't need to be judged by my invisible panty-lines.
(by him and him and him)
+watch
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an Sable was like "goddammmfukkit."
~z
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I have nothing against God--It's his fan club that I can't stand.
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