‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭—𝘚𝘖𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘋.

dead i am the one, exterminating son. slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze.

so if you care to find me, look to the western sky. as someone told me lately, "everyone deserves a chance to fly."

i eat boys like you for breakfast.

please understand that i'm trying my hardest. my head's a mess, but i'm trying regardless.

if i betray you, i betray myself. if i betray him, i betray my country. my country is very dear to me.

you will live a long time, catherine. an eternity without me.

always your heart will be aching for me and your mind your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing.

you will look into the faces of passersby hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you.

you will find moonlit nights strangely empty, because when you call my name through them, there will be no answer.

harpy hare, where have you buried all your children?

my father's throne was crafted from the blood of the monarch's of old, what makes you think i will not spill more to keep it?

honey, you're familiar. like my mirror years ago.

the red means i love you.

you know how it feels to have your flesh melt from your bones, to have your insides turned to lava, because that pain is the last thing hayley knew. no swift and painless death for her. just raw fire.

remember who i was before? i used to be so pure, so protected.

but i always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me. so i just prayed, and i keep praying and praying and praying.

i am no good nor evil, simply i am. and i have come to take what is mine.

o' drunken gods of slaughter, you know i've always been your favorite daughter.

i am not god. i do not forgive.

you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. there's nothing you can do. it's already been done.

i'm not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite.

remember this feeling. this is the moment you stop being the rabbit.

you don't get it. YOU DON'T GET IT.

i am still far from being what i want to be.

i'll follow you down 'till the sound of my voice will haunt you.

my hands were not made to kill, to take a life. they were made to heal, to stitch together. look at where it got us.

the wolf loved the deer, it was obvious. it ripped the deer's throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection. i thought of you and me.

you are like the moon seen from the earth, gentle and filled with light.

psd(s) are lavender nights by vendettapsds and pendulum by kaijucatrph.

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